Verse 4

¹Asked in this way, the one whose resolve is a hundredfold, pleased with that austerity, gave Hiranyakasipu the boons he wanted, which are very hard to get. ²Dear one, these boons of mine that you are choosing are hard for men to get. Even so, dear one, I hand them over, hard to get as they are. ³Then the revered one, the mighty one, whose favour never fails, went away, worshipped by that best of demons and praised by the lords of creatures. ⁴The Daitya, having got his boon and wearing a body made of gold, kept up his hatred of the Bhagavan, remembering his brother's killing.