Thou, Indra—thou didst speed the wain of Iṭat, the soma-presser.
Thou didst hearken to the cry of him who held the draught divine.

Thou didst tear the head from the wrathful smiter’s flesh, and went unto the hall of him who pour’d the soma.

Thou, Indra—this man Venya, thou didst undo in a breath, for Āstrabudhna, who bore the will.

Thou, Indra—didst set the sun before, though it came after, yea, even against the will of the gods.