Attend, my child, thine enterprise!

Yea, such as Vinatá once gave

To King Suparṇa[301] swift and brave,

Who sought the drink that cheers the skies,

Attend, my child, thine enterprise!

Yea, such as, when the Amrit rose,[302]

And Indra slew his Daitya foes,

The royal Aditi bestowed

On Him whose hand with slaughter glowed

Of that dire brood of monstrous size,