Verse 18
The horse stolen, and won back· Verses 10–18
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10Grudging this great rising of Prthu, whose lord is the one beyond the reach of the senses, the revered Indra set about hindering him. 11While Vena's son was worshipping the lord of the sacrificial words with the last horse sacrifice, Indra in his rivalry hid himself and carried the beast away. 12The revered Atri saw him hurrying through the sky in a false habit worn like something put on, the show of dharma laid over wrongdoing. 13Urged by Atri to kill him, Prthu's son, a great fighter from his chariot, ran after him in fury and called out: Stand! Stand! 14But seeing him in that shape, with matted hair and covered over with ashes, he took him for dharma itself in a body and did not let his arrow go.
15When he had turned back from the killing, Atri urged him again: Dear one, kill him, great Indra, the wrecker of the sacrifice, the lowest of the gods. 16So told, Vena's grandson ran furiously after him as he hurried through the sky, as the king of the vultures ran after Ravana. 17Then Indra, his own master, left the horse and that shape of his and vanished from him; and the hero took his beast back and came to his father's sacrifice. 18Seeing that wonderful deed of his, the great sages gave him a name, master: Vijitasva.