I, when I was within the womb, pondered over all these Devas.
Forty iron fortresses held me captive, but I flew swiftly like a falcon.
Not by his own will did he carry me; he won with his might and valour.
Straightway the Bold One left the demons behind and passed through the winds, growing ever more powerful.
When, with a loud cry, the falcon descended from heaven, bearing the Bold One like the swift chariot of Indra's friend,
Then, mad with rage in his heart, Kṛśānu shot the arrow, aiming to strike him down.
The falcon carried him from heaven's high peak, just as Indra's chariot bore Bhujyu down.
Now, let Maghavan receive this cup, white and filled with milk, with the shining nectar.
May Indra, the Hero, drink it with delight, and take it to his heart's content.