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