Much of this sarga repeats sarga 8 almost word for word. Repetition is natural in a poem made to be recited: it marks a formal step, here the moment the plan becomes a commitment with the sage who will make it work. Scholars also see in such doublets signs of how the text grew; the reciting tradition simply keeps both.

One thing is new: the promise is now specific. In sarga 8 the priests said “sons”; here, with Rishyashringa present, they say “four sons of boundless valour” (verse 13). The prophecy has become a promise.