With thee, Indra, these bearers of song, in the knowing of truth, did cleave the cave of Vala in twain.
When thou didst show favour unto the Dawns and loosed the waters’ flow, thy might went forth in marvel— for Kutsa’s sake, and at his bidding, thou didst stir thy strength on kine full-fleshed.

Thou madest the fruitful dams go free, and thou bowedst the mountains low.
The ruddy kine were driven upward, and the sweet mead thou didst drink with joy.
Thy might upheld the wooden cups for the draught.
The Sun did blaze forth in song, begotten of truth.

The Sun loosed his yoke in the midst of the sky.
The noble found a match for the darksome foe.
The firm holds of the cunning lord Pipru didst thou burst asunder, working in one will with R̥jiśvan.

Boldly didst thou break what none could break; the wild one smote the hoards of the godless.

As the Sun taketh the Moon, so didst thou seize the spoil within the stronghold.
When sung, thy stroke went forth and scattered thy foes.

Armed with might none may withstand, thou, wide-roaming Vr̥tra-slayer, in thy holy work, didst split with sharpened edge.

She, fearing thy mace, fled in dread; the fair Dawn forsook her chariot and fled.

Thine alone be these great and famed deeds— for thou alone madest him to be without the rite.

Thou settest the measurer of moons in his place above; and Heaven, the father, beareth the broken shard of the wheel thou didst rend.