WITH YAJNA I cleanse both earth and sky: I consume the great demons who do not worship Indra, Where by your hand the foes were slain, and in the pit of death they lay pierced and torn.
O you who hurl the stones that crush the sorcerers' heads, Crush them with your wide feet, with your mighty wide feet.
May you, O Maghavan, drive back these sorcerers' bold strength. Cast them into the narrow pit. Into the deep and narrow pit.
Of whom you have already slain three-score times with your fierce blows. They count this deed glorious, though it is but small to you, a glorious deed.
O Indra, crush and shatter the fearsome fiery-armed fiend: Strike every demon flat on the ground.
Tear down the mighty ones. O Indra, listen to us. For heaven has grown as hot as earth in fear, O Thunder-armed, as dreading fierce heat, Thunder-armed! Most Mighty among the Mighty Ones you bring death with strong bolts, Not killing men, unconquered Hero with the brave, O Hero, with the thrice-seven brave.
The libation giver gains the home of wealth, pouring his gift reconciles hostilities, yes, the hostilities of gods. Pouring, he strives, unimpeded and strong, to win riches a thousandfold. Indra gives lasting wealth to him who pours forth gifts, yes, wealth that will last a long time.