FOR Iṭa's sake who pressed the juice Indra, didst protect his car, and hear the Soma-giver's call.

Thou from his skin hast borne the head of the swift-moving combatant, and sought the Soma-pourer's home.

Venya, that mortal man, hast thou, for Āstrabudhna the devout, O Indra, many a time set free.

Bring, Indra, to the east again that Sun who now is in the west, Even against the will of Devas.