“O king of hawks, as you are flying away with our enemy, the mouse, in your claws, may you live in heaven with a golden body and having not a single foe.
यो नो द्वेष्टारमादाय श्यनराज प्रधावसि। भव त्वं दिवमास्थाय निरमित्रो हिरण्मयः॥