When, Indra, thou hadst slain the dragon’s first born, and overcome the charms of the enchanters,
Then, giving life to sun and dawn and heaven, thou foundest not one foe to stand against thee.
Indra with his own great and deadly thunder smote into pieces Vritra worst of Vritras.
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They who pervaded earth’s extremest limit subdued not with their charms the wealth-bestower:
Indra, the bull, made his ally the thunder, and with its light milked cows from out the darkness.
The waters flowed according to their nature; he mid the navigable streams waxed mighty.
Then, Indra, with his spirit concentrated, smote him forever with his strongest weapon.
Indra broke through Ilîbisa’s strong castles, and Sushna with his horn he cut to pieces:
Thou, Maghavan, for all his might and swiftness, slewest thy fighting foeman with thy thunder.