Slaying the Rākshasas, the Sun mounts upward in the front of
heaven,
Āditya, from the mountains, seen of all, destroying things
unseen.
The kine had settled in their pen, wild animals sought their lairs
The wavelets of the brooks had passed away, and were beheld
no more.
I have brought Kanva's famous Plant, life-giving, and itself
inspired,
The medicine that healeth all: may it suppress my hidden foes.
