My heart will truly bristle [with joy] thinking of those who bristle [with joy],
as the King, who smashed the necks of the spurious bulls with roaring voices
and dragged the bellicose snake [out of the pond], —
He from Raṅgam in the South
surrounded by rock-made, solid, big ramparts glowing with radiance,
the black Cloud with a bow [on Its] body—
reaches