"Do you give the horse his strength?

Do you clothe his neck with a mane?

Do you make him quiver like locusts,

His majestic snorting [spreading] terror?

He paws with force, he runs with vigor,

Charging into battle.

He scoffs at fear; he cannot be frightened;

He does not recoil from the sword.

A quiverful of arrows whizzes by him.

And the flashing spear and the javelin.

Trembling with excitement, he swallows the land;

He does not turn aside at the blast of the trumpet.

As the trumpet sounds, he says, "Aha!"

From afar he smells the battle,

The roaring and shouting of the officers"