Now, truly, I will sing of the deeds, great and true, of the True and Mighty One.
In the Trikadaras he drank the Soma; then in its ecstasy Indra slew the Dragon.
High heaven, unsupported in space, he established; he filled the two worlds and the air’s middle region.
He upheld Earth and gave it wide expanse. These things did Indra in the Soma’s ecstasy.
From front, as if a house, he ruled and measured; piercing with his bolt the fountains of the rivers,
And made them flow at ease along far-reaching paths. These things did Indra in the Soma’s ecstasy.
With mighty power he made the stream flow upward, crushed with his thunderbolt the chariot of Uṣas,
Rending her slow horses with his swift horses. These things did Indra in the Soma’s ecstasy.
Knowing the place where the maidens hid, the outcast revealed himself and stood before them.
The cripple stood erect, the blind saw them. These things did Indra in the Soma’s ecstasy.
Praised by the Aṅgirases, he slaughtered Vala, and burst apart the mountain’s bulwarks.
He tore away their skillfully built defenses. These things did Indra in the Soma’s ecstasy.
Now, you, with sleep overwhelming Cumuri and Dhuni, slew the Dasyu, kept safe Dabhīti.
There the staff-bearer found the golden treasure. These things did Indra in the Soma’s ecstasy.
Now, may that wealthy Cow of yours, O Indra, give a boon to him who praises you.
Give to your praise-givers; let not fortune forsake us. Loudly may we speak, with brave men, in assembly.