You, Indra, recited that hymn of praise; who counts the thousand brave ones you saw? From the mountain came the slave’s fall, the smashing of the flood; the bright heavens were filled with glory.

Indra, who are the subduer (of foes), you have achieved a glorious (deed), inasmuch as you have scatered, hero, the hundreds and thousands (of the host of Śambara), have slain the slave Śambara (when issuing) from the mountain, and have protected Divodāsa with marvellous protections.

Thou madest good the laud, what time thou rentest a hundred thousand fighting foes, O Hero, Slewest the Dasa Sambara of the mountain, and with strange aids didst succour Divodasa.