té ācárantī sámaneva yóṣā mātéva putrám bibhr̥tām upásthe |
ápa śátrūn vidhyatāṃ saṃvidāné ā́rtnī imé viṣphurántī amítrān ||
4 These, meeting like a woman and her lover, bear, mother-like, their child upon their bosom. May the two Bow-ends, starting swift asunder, scatter, in unison, the foes who hate us.