Indra established what remained on these two sides for that praised strength of the flowing wind. He created the host of stirrings: battle-roarers stood firm, courageous, eager, all powerful.

Let (your foes, Indra), humbled by the might of your thunderbolt rest in their own station, for your glory; when you move, (armed) with your weapons, you send down the waters; arresting your horses, increase, by your power, (the abundance of) food.

They through the greatness of thy spear, O Indra, shall, to thy praise, rest in this earthly station. To loose the floods, to seek, for kine, the battle, his Bays he mounted boldly seized the booty.