Verse 1

¹Then he came to the city with Baladeva, meaning to do his own parents good, threw the head of the enemy company down from his high seat, and dragged him along the ground dead, by sheer strength. ²Having learned from Sandipani, and at full length, the sacred word that was spoken to him only once, he gave him for his fee his son, who was dead, out of the belly of Pancajana. ³The kings were called there by Bhismaka's daughter, who is of one colour with Sri, each wanting her for himself; and as they looked on he carried off his own share in the way of the gandharvas, setting his foot on their heads, Suparna that he is.

⁴Having tamed the humped bulls whose noses had never been pierced, he married Nagnajiti at her own choosing; and those whose pride was broken by it and who still hungered for her, fools carrying weapons, he killed with his own, untouched himself. ⁵Wanting to do his beloved a kindness like any husband in a village, the lord went for the tree of heaven; and the wielder of the thunderbolt ran at him with his company, blind with rage. Surely this one is a creature kept for women's play. ⁶When the earth saw her son torn open in battle by the fine-naveled weapon, he who was swallowing the sky with his body, she came and asked him; and he gave what was left to that son's son and went into the inner rooms.