The long-haired one beareth fire, the long-haired one poison, the long-haired one upholdeth the twain-fold world.
He beareth the sun for all eyes to behold; lo, this shining one is named the Light.

The wind-clad hermits are arrayed in russet rags; they move with the sweep of the wind, when the gods have taken them for their dwelling.

"Stirred to rapture by our holy fasts, we have taken flight upon the winds.
Ye mortals behold but our flesh."
He soareth through the mid-realm, beholding all forms from on high.
The hermit is set as the god-fellow of all that is done in rightness.

The steed of the wind, the friend of Vāyu—sped by that god, the hermit holdeth sway o’er the eastern sea and the western.

He wandereth midst the choirs of Apsarases and Gandharvas, and the wild-flying fowl.
He is their dear, soul-stirring mate, who knoweth their mind.

Vāyu stirred it for him; Kunannamā crushed it still, when the long-haired one drank the draught of bane from his cup, even with Rudra at his side.