Those who moved eastward, wielding mace and clubs within the circle—may they, the foes of Indra, be struck down, all those noisy chariot-riders.

Utterers of discordant sounds, when swiftly moving you departed, all the enemies of Indra were slain,disappearing like bubbles.

When, foul with secret stain and spot, ye hastened onward to the breast, All Indra's enemies were slain and passed away like froth and foam.