1. The Indian swords yearn for the tumult of war,
I have dedicated them for the polished blades.

2. They are brandished by the armored men as if they are,
Flashes of lightning ignited by the squadrons.

3. When they shine in the grasp of every valorous one,
An overflowing pourer is aroused from the fertile mind.

4. The religion's mighty arm grew up and his determination,
When the courageous daring one steps forward for the glorious enterprises.

5. A youth of generosity and feared mightiness to meet him,
When the two millstones cause fear and grind slowly.

6. With him the might of war is defeated, determination and aid,
And the evil of situation is repelled, merit and attainment.

7. Bitter in strength, as for his protection it is preventing,
Honoring and as for his victory it is giving.

8. He is the inheritor of the glorious above every stubborn one,
Obeyed and his reputation is righteous and superior.

9. So time celebrated its holiday in some of its years,
With his rule what the grass grew and rains poured.