I declare the former valorous deeds of Indra, which the thunderer has achieved; he clove the cloud; he cast the waters down (to earth); he broke (a way) for the torrents of the mountain.

He clove the cloud, seeking refuge on the mountain; Tvaṣṭa) sharpened his far-whirling bolt; the flowing waters quickly hastened to the ocean, like cows (hastening) to their calves.

Impetuous as a bull, he quaffed the Soma juice, he drank of the libation at the triple sacrifice. Maghvan took his shaft, the thunderbolt, and with it struck the first born of the clouds.

Inasmuch, Indra, as you have divided the first-born of the clouds, you have destroyed the delusions of the deluders, and then engendering the sun, the dawn, the firmament, you have not left an enemy (to oppose you).

With his vast destroying thunderbolt, Indra struck the darkling mutilated Vṛtra; as the trunks of trees are felled by the axe, so lies Ahi prostrate on the earth.

The arrogant Vṛtra, as if unequaled, defied Indra, the mighty hero, the destroyer of many, the scatterer of foes; he has not escaped the contact of the fate (Indra's) enemies. The foe of Indra has crushed the (banks of the) rivers.

Having neither hand nor foot, he defied Indra, who struck him with the thunderbolt upon his mountain-like shoulder, like one emasculated who pretends to virility; then Vṛtra, mutilated of many members, slept.

The waters, that delight the minds (of men), flow over him, recumbent on this earth, as a river (bursts through) its broken (banks). Ahi has been prostrated beneath the feet of the waters, which Vṛtra, by his might, had obstructed.

The mother of Vṛtra was bending over her son, when Indra struck her nether part with his shaft; so the mother was above and the son underneath, and Dānu slept (with her son), like  a cow with its calf.

The waters carry off the nameless body of Vṛtra, tossed into the midst of the never- stopping, never-resting currents. The foe of Indra has slept a long darkness.

The waters, the wives of the destroyer, guarded by Ahi, stood obstructed, like the cows by Paṇis; but by laying Vṛtra, Indra set open the cave that had confined them.

When the single resplendent Vṛtra returned the blow (which had been inflicted), Indra, by your thunderbolt, you became (furious), like a horse's tail. You have rescued the kine; you have won, Hero, the Soma juice; you have let loose the seven rivers to flow.

Neither the lightning nor the thunder (discharged by Vṛtra), nor the rain which he showered, nor the thunderbolt, harmed Indra, when he and Ahi contended and Maghvat triumphed also over other (attacks).

When fear entered, Indra, into your heart when about to slay Ahi, what other destroyer of him did you look for, that, alarmed, you did traverse ninety and nine streams like a (swift) hawk?

Then Indra, the wilder of the thunderbolt, became the sovereign of all that is moveable or immoveable, of hornless and horned cattle; and as he abides the monarch of men, he comprehended all things (within him), as the circumference comprehends the spokes of a wheel.