Do you give strength to the horse?
Do you adorn his neck with a mane?
Do you make him leap like a locust?
His proud snorting fills one with terror.
He paws in the valley and rejoices in his strength;
He charges into battle.
He laughs at fear, since he is afraid of nothing;
he does not run from the sword.
A quiver rattles at his side, along with a flashing spear and a lance.
He charges ahead with trembling rage;
he cannot stand still at the trumpet’s sound.
When the trumpet blasts, he snorts defiantly.
He smells the battle from a distance;
he hears the officers’ shouts and the battle cry