RV 28 (9)

2 Loud belloweth the Bull whose horns are sharpened: upon the height above earth's breadth he standeth. 3 Men with the stone press out for thee, O Indra, strong, gladdening Soma, and thereof thou drinkest. 4 Resolve for me, O singer, this my riddle: The rivers send their swelling water backward: 5 How shall I solve this riddle, I, the simple, declare the thought of thee the Wise and Mighty? 6 Thus do they magnify me, me the mighty higher than even high heaven is my car−pole. 7 Yea, and the Gods have known me also, Indra, as mighty, fierce and strong in every exploit. 8 The Deities approached, they carried axes; splitting the wood they came with their attendants. 9 The hare hath swallowed up the opposing razor: I sundered with a clod the distant mountain. 10 There hath the strong−winged eagle left his talon, as a snared lion leaves the trap that caught him. 11 So may the leather strap their foot entangle who fatten on the viands of the Brahman. 12 They were well occupied with holy duties who sped in person with their lauds to Soma.