Verse 19

¹⁹Spreading a thick darkness, the mighty Indra took the horse again, hidden, from the post with its wooden ring, the horse with its golden rope. ²⁰Atri pointed him out, hurrying through the sky, carrying a skull and a staff with a skull on it; and the hero did not strike him. ²¹Urged by Atri, he set an arrow against him in anger; and Indra, his own master, left the horse and that shape and stood there unseen. ²²The hero took the horse and went back to his father's sacrifice. That blameworthy shape of Indra's was taken up by men who are weak in knowledge. ²³The shapes that Indra took in his wish to steal the horse are pieces of wrongdoing, and such a mark is here called a piece.

²⁴So when Indra stole the horse, wanting to wreck the sacrifice of Vena's son, men's minds went after the false habits he had taken up and thrown off, ²⁵and mostly, in their confusion, they cling to these lesser dharmas as though they were dharma, the naked and the red-robed and the rest, who are smooth and good with words.