Worthy to slay the robber, vigorous with wealth, Indra pursued the one who struck in dense array with his broad spear. The lord of riches, stirring up the hosts, drove away enemies; the sanakas (warriors) delighted in the spoil.

Verily, Indra, you have slain the wealthy barbarian with your bold; your, singly assailing (him), although with auxiliaries (the Maruts) at hand. Perceiving the impending manifold destructiveness of your bow, they, the Sanakas, the neglecters of sacrifice, perished.

Thou slewest with thy bolt the wealthy Dasyu, alone, yet going with thy helpers, Indra! Far from the floor of heaven in all directions, the ancient riteless ones fled to destruction.