Verse 1

¹When his brother had been killed in this way by Hari in the shape of a boar, Hiranyakasipu burned, king, with rage and with grief. ²Full of rage, biting his lip, looking up at the smoky sky with eyes ablaze with anger, he said this. ³With his jagged tusks and fierce look, his face knotted in a frown hard to face, he lifted his spear and said this to the Danavas in the assembly: ⁴Ho, Danavas and sons of Diti! Dvimurdhan, Tryaksa, Sambara, Satabahu, Hayagriva, Namuci, Paka, Ilvala, ⁵Vipracitti, Puloman, Sakuni and the rest: hear my word, all of you, and let it be done at once, with no delay.