O adorable one, your high-souled sons have slain mine. I now wish for a son, who, obtained through long austerities, will be able to slay Sakra.
हतपुत्रास्मि भगवंस्तव पुत्रैर्महाबलैः। शक्रहन्तारमिच्छामि पुत्रं दीर्घतपोर्जितम्॥