What splendid one, loud-voiced, far-striding, dost thou, well-knowing, urge us to exalt with praises? What do we give him? When his might dawned, he fashioned the Vṛtra-slaying bolt, and sent us waters.
He goes to end his work with lightning flashes: wide is the seat his Asura glory gives him. With his companions, not without his brother, he quells Saptatha’s magic devices.
On most auspicious path he goes to battle he toiled to win heaven’s light, full fain to gain it; He seized the hundred-gated castle’s treasure by craft, unchecked, and slew the lustful demons.
Fighting for kine, the prize of war, and I roaming among the bards, brings the young streams hither, Where, footless, joined, without a chariot to bear them, with jars for horses, they pour their flood like butter.
Bold, unsolicited for wealth, with Rudras he came, the Blameless, having left his dwelling, Came, seized the food of Vamra and his consort, and left the couple weeping and unsheltered.
Lord of the dwelling, he subdued the demon who roared aloud, six-eyed and triple-headed. Tṛta, made stronger by the might he lent him, struck down the boar with a shaft whose point was iron.
He raised himself on high and shot his arrow against the guileful and oppressive foe. Strong, glorious, manliest, for us he shattered the forts of Nabus when he slew the Dasyus.
He, like a cloud that rains upon the pasture, hath found for us the way to dwell in safety. When the hawk comes in body to the Soma, armed with his iron claws he slays the Dasyus.
He with his potent friends gave up the mighty, gave gusnīa up to Kutsa for affliction. He led the lauded Kavi, he delivered Atka as prey to him and to his heroes.
He, with his gods who love mankind, the Wondrous, giving like Varuṇa who works with magic, Was known, yet young as guardian of the seasons; and he quelled Araru, four-footed demon.
Through lauds of him has Auśija Ṛjiśvan burst, with