3The Vrtra−slayer smote them all as spokes are hammered into naves: The Dasyu−killer waxed in might.

4Then Indra at a single draught drank the contents of thirty pails, Pails that were filled with Soma juice.

5Indra in groundless realms of space pierced the Gandharva through, that he Might make Brahmans' strength increase.

6Down from the mountains Indra shot hither his well−directed shaft: He gained the ready brew of rice.

7One only is that shaft of thine, with thousand feathers, hundred barbs, Which, Indra, thou hast made thy friend.

8Strong as the gbhus at thy birth, therewith to those who praise thee, men, And women, bring thou food to eat.

9By thee these exploits were achieved, the mightiest deeds, abundantly: Firm in thy heart thou settest them.

10All these things Visnu brought, the Lord of ample stride whom thou hadst sent− A hundred buffaloes, a brew of rice and milk: and Indra, slew the ravening boar

11Most deadly is thy bow, successful, fashioned well: good is thine arrow, decked with gold. Warlike and well equipped thine arms are, which increase sweetness for him who drinks the sweet.