1
FOR Iṭa's sake you pressed the juice, Indra, you protected his chariot, And heard the Soma-bearer’s call.
2
You bore the head of the swift warrior from his skin, And sought the Soma-offerer’s home.
3
Venya, that mortal man, you many times set free, O Indra, for Āstrabudhna the devout.
4
Bring, Indra, the Sun back to the east, Even against the gods’ will.