Darbha, with that good shield of thine, of hundred guards till death in eld, arm thou this man, and with thy might, by God's leave, strike thou his adversaries down.

2 Darbha, thou hast a hundred shields, thou hast a thousand manly powers. God hath given thee to him to bear thee till extreme old age.

3 They call thee, Darbha, shield of the righteous, they call thee a gift of the Lord of Prayer. They call thee a shield of the Mighty: by God's leave thou protectest kingdoms from attack.

4 Darbha, destroyer of the foe, vexing the hearts of enemies, a band that strengthens rule I make thee, and the body's guard.

5 What time the rain-cloud roared to it with lightning flashes in the sea, thence came the drop, the golden drop, thence Darbha into being sprang.