Verse 11

⁶Once, at the ancestral offering of the eighth day, Iksvaku gave his son an order: Let clean meat be brought, Vikuksi. Go, and do not be long about it. ⁷Saying it should be so, he went into the forest and killed deer fit for the rite; and being tired and hungry, the hero ate a hare, forgetting himself. ⁸He offered what was left to his father, and his father's teacher, when he was told to sprinkle it, said: This is spoiled, and it will not do for the rite. ⁹Learning of that deed of his son, which the teacher had told him, the king in anger drove him out of the country, the son who had thrown over the rule. ¹⁰But he, holding talk with the brahmin who had made it known to him, gave up his body as a yogin, and by that reached what is highest.

¹¹When his father had passed away, Vikuksi came and ruled this earth, and worshipped Hari with sacrifices; and he was known as the hare-eater.