1Him who is fain to injure the steed Varuna punisheth. Away the man, away the dog!

2I and thou, Vrtra-slayer, Have been united to win spoils; Even the foe, O hero with the bolt, Must think of us; Good are Indra's gifts.

3Thou hast surpassed in might, O Indra, on the earth The regions comprehend not thy greatness; For with thine own strength thou didst slay Vrtra; No foe hath found the end of thee in fight.