The people urged me, so I bring you, Pūṣan, by the shortest path. The Universal Deities guided me safely. Listen, Dyuhasu has arrived!
My ribs torment me, like rival wives, with poverty, nakedness, and exhaustion. My mind flutters like a bird, consumed by cares.
Like rats devouring weavers' threads, my cares consume me, the singer of praise, gatakratu. Have mercy on us, O Indra, Bountiful Lord. Be our father.
I chose Kurusravana, the priestly seer as my prince, the son of Trasadasyu's son.
horses harnessed to the chariot carry me forward; I will praise The one who gives a thousand gifts, The father of Upamasravas, whose words are very sweet, As a fair field is to its master.
Mark Upamasravas, his son, mark his grandson of Mitratithi: I am your father's eulogist.
If I controlled the Immortals, even if I were Lord of men, My liberal prince would still be alive.
Even had he a hundred lives, no one lives beyond the gods' law; I am separated from my friend.