1GREAT, verily, is Indra's might. I have beheld, and hither comes     Thy bounty, Dasyave-vrka!

2A hundred oxen white of hue are shining like the stars in heaven,     So tall, they seem to prop the sky.

3Bamboos a hundred, a hundred dogs, a hundred skins of beasts well-tanned,     A hundred tufts of Balbaja, four hundred red-hued mares are mine.

4Blest by the Gods, Kinvayanas! be ye who spread through life on life:     Like horses have ye stridden forth.

5Then men extolled the team of seven not yet full-grown, its fame is great.     The dark mares rushed along the paths, so that no eye could follow them.