He called forth the resounding heavens of day and night with thunderous sound; O mighty Indra, the bolt of yours. What bound the roaring one, the slayer—its breast that flowed tears, its limbs gasped for breath.

The strong heaven was rent asunder with fear at the clamour of that Ahi, when you, Indra, was inspired by (drinking) the effused (Soma), and your thunderbolt in its vigour struck off the head of Vṛtra, the obstructor of heaven and earth.

Then Heaven himself, the mighty, at that Dragon's roar reeled back in terror when, Indra, thy thunderbolt In the wild joy of Soma had struck off with might the head of Vrtra, tyrant of the earth and heaven.