1FOR Iṭa's sake who pressed the juice, thou, Indra, didst protect his car,     And hear the Soma-giver's call.

2Thou from his skin hast borne the head of the swift-moving combatant,     And sought the Soma-pourer's home.

3Venya, that mortal man, hast thou, for Āstrabudhna the devout,     O Indra, many a time set free.

4Bring, Indra, to the east again that Sun who now is in the west,     Even against the will of Gods.