"Do you give the horse his strength1 or clothe his neck with a flowing mane?
Do you make him leap like a locust,2 striking terror3 with his proud snorting?421
He paws fiercely, rejoicing in his strength,5 and charges into the fray.622
He laughs7 at fear, afraid of nothing; he does not shy away from the sword.
The quiver8 rattles against his side, along with the flashing spear9 and lance.
In frenzied excitement he eats up the ground; he cannot stand still when the trumpet sounds.1025
At the blast of the trumpet11 he snorts, 'Aha!' He catches the scent of battle from afar, the shout of commanders and the battle cry.12