Verse 40

³³So Indra was afraid, because his bolt had been turned back by his enemy. What thing is this, come by some working of fate, that bewilders the world? ³⁴With this I once cut off the wings of the mountains, when at the destroying of creatures they settled with their weight and fell to the earth on their pinions. ³⁵With this Vrtra, Tvastr's son, made of the very substance of austerity, was split apart, and others too, full of strength, whose skin no weapon could break. ³⁶And now that same bolt, loosed by me at a small demon, has been turned back. I take up that rod no more: though it holds the fire of Brahman, it does nothing.

³⁷To Sakra thus cast down a voice without a body spoke: This Danava does not meet his death by dry things, nor by wet. ³⁸For a boon was given him by me, that there should be no death for him from what is wet or dry. So you must think of some other means against your enemy, Maghavan. ³⁹Hearing that voice of the god, Maghavan gathered himself well, and thinking it over he saw foam: a means that was of both kinds. ⁴⁰By what was neither dry nor wet he took off Namuci's head; and the companies of sages praised him and scattered garlands over the mighty one.