2 Indra who quells the curse blew curses far away, and then in splendour came to us. Indra, refulgent with thy Marut host! the Gods strove eagerly to win thy love.
4 Aim and fetch boldly forth, O thou whose heart is bold: great glory will be thine thereby. In rapid torrent let the mother waters spread. Slay Vṛtra, win the light of heaven.
7 Raw kine thou filledst with ripe milk. Thou madest Sūrya rise to heaven. , Heat him as milk is heated with pure Sāma hymns, great joy to him who loves the song.