Whether he is shaggy‑headed or swift as a horse, whether golden in form—the lord Indra grants the kine's milk and frees the cowherd from the foe.

He Śakra, who is the purifier (of his worshippers), and well-skilled in horses, who is wonderful andgolden-bodied-- he, Indra, the slayer of Vṛtra, shakes the hiding-plural ce of the numerous herd of kine.

The Vrtra-slayer smote them all as spokes are hammered into naves: The Dasyu-killer waxed in might.