Verse 6

⁶My brother, my dear friend, has been killed by these petty rivals, and by Hari, who stands at their back and who, even-handed as he is, was won over by their running to him. ⁷He has left off his own nature, that soft one, that dweller in the forest of maya, who favours whoever favours him, unsteady in himself like a child. ⁸His neck split by my spear, and his blood pouring out, I will satisfy with it my brother, who loved blood, and be rid of my pain. ⁹Once that crooked enemy is destroyed, the dwellers in heaven, whose life is Visnu, will dry up like the branches of a tree with its root cut. ¹⁰Meanwhile you go to the earth, which grows rich by brahmins and kshatriyas, and kill off those who give themselves to austerity, sacrifice, recitation, vows and gifts.

¹¹Visnu has his root in the rites of the twice-born. He is sacrifice, the Person made of dharma, and the last resort of the gods, the sages, the fathers and all beings, and of dharma itself. ¹²Wherever there are twice-born, cows, Vedas, the classes and stages, and rites: go to that country, set it alight, cut it down.