As war-chief, thy greatness is shown in this:
thou art the sure devourer of foes.
Thy fellow falleth not, nor is he ever overcome.

As chieftain of the folk who giveth peace, breaker of Vr̥tra, scourge of the proud, whose will none withstand—
let the bull Indra go before us, he who drinketh soma, he who maketh men bold and unafraid.

Drive hence the fiend, and the scorner with him; shatter the jaws of Vr̥tra.

O Indra, Vr̥tra-breaker,
break the wrath and war-lust of him who would smite us.

Lay low the haughty, O Indra, on our behalf.
Hold down the hands of them that strive against us.
Whoso lifteth sword ‘gainst us—send him to the sunless deep.

Put far from us the mind of the foe, O Indra— and far the bane-bearing blade of him that would rob.

Stretch thy shield over us in the hour of wrath, and keep the death-dealing spear far from our gate.