1. GREAT, verily, is Indra’s might. I have beheld, and hither comes Thy bounty, Dasyave-vrka! 2. A hundred oxen white of hue are shining like the stars in heaven, So tall, they seem to prop the sky. 3. Bamboos a hundred, a hundred dogs, a hundred skins of beasts well-tanned, A hundred tufts of Balbaja, four hundred red-hued mares are mine. 4. Blest by the Gods, Kinvayanas! be ye who spread through life on life: Like horses have ye stridden forth. 5. Then 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.