UtshovSamaveda 1780
Bewildering the senses of our foemen, seize thou their bodies, and depart, O Agha! Attack them, set their hearts on fare with sorrows; so let our foes abide in utter darkness!
Bewildering the senses of our foemen, seize thou their bodies, and depart, O Agha! Attack them, set their hearts on fare with sorrows; so let our foes abide in utter darkness!