HYMN CLXXI. Indra.

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.