The priest, offering with companions, diminished the famed hostile one, O Indra, with his fulsome hymn. They, conquering the swelling Vṛtra, the growing foe, struck him down with thy prowess and knife.

Indra, who is invoked by many, grind to dust the reviling malevolent Vṛtra opposing you, dwelling with the mother of the Dānavas, and increasing in might, until having deprived him of hand and foot, you have destroyed him by your strength.

Thou, Indra, Much-invoked! didst crush to pieces Kunaru handless fiend who dwelt with Danu. Thou with might, Indra, smotest dead the scorner, the footless Vrtra as he waxed in vigour.