Indra gave you mighty strength like an unsurpassed thunderbolt. Strike down that crafty hunter—by your power, O slayer—overthrow him by your magic and secure your sovereignty.

Cloud-borne, Indra, wielder of the thunderbolt, verily your prowess is undisputed, since you, with (superior) craft, have slain that deceptive deer, manifesting your own sovereignty.

Indra, unconquered might is thine, Thunderer, Caster of the Stone; For thou with thy surpassing power smotest to death the guileful beast, lauding thine own imperial sway.