There were horses, there were steeds — thence Indra released riches when he chose to bring them back alone. The unconquered brought forth the cow, the brave Soma was poured out; he as a mightier one made the seven rivers flow.

When the single resplendent Vṛtra returned the blow (which had been inflicted), Indra, by your thunderbolt, you became (furious), like a horse's tail. You have rescued the kine; you have won, Hero, the Soma juice; you have let loose the seven rivers to flow.

A horse's tail wast thou when he, O Indra, smote on thy bolt; thou, God without a second, Thou hast won back the kine, hast won the Soma; thou hast let loose to flow the Seven Rivers.