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.