3 The Vrtra-slayer smote them all as spokes are hammered into naves:

The Dasyu-killer waxed in might.

6 Down from the mountains the Mighty One shot hither His well-directed shaft:

He gained the ready brew of rice.

7 One only is that shaft of Thine, with thousand feathers, hundred barbs,

Which, O Lord, Thou hast made Thy friend.

9 By Thee these exploits were achieved, the mightiest deeds, abundantly:

Firm in Thy heart Thou settest them.

11 Most deadly is Thy bow, successful, fashioned well: good is Thine arrow, decked with gold.

Warlike and well equipped Thine arms are, which increase sweetness for him who drinks the sweet.