1. FOR Ita's sake who pressed the juice, thou, Indra, didst protect his car,
     And hear the Soma-giver's call.
2. Thou from his skin hast borne the head of the swift-moving combatant,
     And sought the Soma-pourer's home.
3. Venya, that mortal man, hast thou, for Astrabudhna the devout,
     O Indra, many a time set free.
4. Bring, Indra, to the east again that Sun who now is in the west,
     Even against the will of Gods.