Thus, O Indra, the new ones have come together for the wide vault of the sky's opening. The city split not; the goddess unbroken did not fall from the slayer of the divine drink.

The sages have celebrated your everlasting (as well as your) recent (exploits, in achieving which) you have endured many injuries in putting an end to war; verily, you have demolished hostile and undivine cities; you have bowed down the thunderbolt of the undivine asura.

These thine old deeds new bards have sung, O Indra. Thou conqueredst, boundest many tribes for ever. Like castles thou hast crushed the godless races, and bowed the godless scorner's deadly weapon.