You, O powerful one, proceed toward the sky with gathered stones and brought-together herds. Where the priestly man reviles, where the hunter breathes heat, you surround with destructive blows.

You did hurl your metal bolt upon the quick-moving (asura), the swift destroyer of foes, that was brought (to you) by Ṛbhu from heaven; when you, who are worshipped by many, striking Śuṣṇa, for the sake of Kutsa, did encompass him with numberless fatal (weapons).

Thou hurledst forth from heaven the iron missile, brought by the Skilful, from the sling of leather, When thou, O Much-invoked, assisting Kutsa with endless deadly darts didst compass Susna.