You shattered the mighty spear of the heaven with anger, O bold one, striking the herd with your strength. What crafty hordes, the slow-moving bands, with stubborn minds you pierced; you cleft the stone-like mass and broke its firmness.

You have shaken the summit of the spacious heaven; you have slain Śambara by your resolute self; you have hurled with exulting and determined mind the sharp and bright-rayed thunderbolt against assembled Asuras.

The ridges of the lofty heaven thou madest shake; thou, daring, of thyself smotest through Sambara, When bold with gladdening juice, thou warredst with thy bolt, sharp and twoedged, against the banded sorcerers.