In plain words
Those who once sought the self alone, now come marked with the discus: Branded with the round mark where the holy discus dwells, shining with a red flame that outblazes fire, we stand, generation after generation, in his service. To the one mighty with the discus, who whirled it so that blood poured from all the thousand shoulders of Bāṇa [the asura], cunning in war and rich in armies, and ran like a flood, we sing "many years".