ALLIED with you in friendship, Indra, these priests remember Holy Law, tearing apart Vṛtra limb by limb, When they gave birth to the Dawn and let the waters flow, and when you punished the dragons called at Kutsa’s call.
You sent forth fruitful powers, cleaved the hills, drove the cattle forward, and drank the sweet Soma. You gave growth through this Tree’s extraordinary might. The Sun shone under the hymn that sprang from Holy Law.
In the middle of the sky, the Sun yoked his chariot; the Arya found a match to face his demon foe. Join forces with Rishi Indra who overthrew the solid fortresses of Pipru, conjuring Asuras.
He bravely brought down fortresses no one had ever attacked; tireless he destroyed the godless treasures. Like the Sun and Moon, he took the stronghold’s wealth away, and, praised in song, defeated enemies with a flashing spear.
Armed with invincible weapons, with immense power to split, the Vṛtra-slayer sharpens his arrows and deals deadly blows. Bright Uṣas was afraid of Indra’s killing bolt; she went on her way and left her chariot behind.
These are your celebrated deeds, only yours, when you alone left the others without sacrifice. You set the order of the Moons in the heavens; the Father bears the portioned-out gifts by you.