O thunderer, without boasting you stirred the foe; with your spear you smote him: you declared war on the hostile one. Even in battle you desired to act.

You, Indra, are by your birth brotherless; from ever are you without a kinsman; the kindred you desire is(that of him) who engages in war.

O Indra, from all ancient time rivalless ever and companionless art thou: Thou seekest comradeship in war.