In heaven no flag runs above the charger of Hari; the green-thunderbolt of Hari does not become faint. Hari’s swift weapons burned; the copper-like irons became thousands, sorrowful, bearing armor.

He has been plural ced (by his worshippers) in the sky, like the banner (of light, the sun). His desirablebolt reaches (the foe) as the bay horses (of the sun reach their aim) through speed. The iron (thunderbolt), withyellow jaws, which smote Ahi, (he, Indra), lord of horses, shone with a thousand lustres.

As if a lovely ray were laid upon the sky, the golden thunderbolt spread out as in a race. That iron bolt with yellow jaw smote Ahi down. A thousand flames had he who bore the tawny-hued.