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1. FROM you two came the gifts in days
aforetime which Trasadasyu granted to the Purus.
Ye gave the winner of our fields and plough-lands, and the
strong smiter who subdued the Dasytis.
2 And ye gave mighty Dadhikras, the giver
of many gifts, who visiteth all people,
Impetuous hawk, swift and of varied colour, like a brave
King whom each true man must honour.
3 Whom, as 'twere down a precipice, swift
rushing, each Puru praises and his heart rejoices, -
Springing forth like a hero fain for battle, whirling the
car and flying like the tempest.
4 Who gaineth precious booty in the combats
and moveth, winning spoil, among the cattle;
Shown in bright colour, looking on the assemblies, beyond
the churl, to worship of the living.
5 Loudly the folk cry after him in battles,
as 'twere a thief who steals away a garment;
Speeding to glory, or a herd of cattle, even as a hungry
falcon swooping downward.
6 And, fain to come forth first amid these
armies, this way and that with rows of cars he rushes,
Gay like a bridesman, making him a garland, tossing the
dust, champing the rein that holds him.
7 And that strong Steed, victorious and
faithful, obedient with his body in the combat,
Speeding straight on amid the swiftly ressing, casts o'er
his brows the dust he tosses upward.
8 And at his thunder, like the roar of
heaven, those who attack tremble and are affrighted;
For when he fights against embattled thousands, dread is he
in his striving; none may stay him.
9 The people praise the overpowering
swiftness of this fleet Steed who giveth men abundance.
Of him they say when drawing back from battle. Dadhikras
hath sped forward with his thousands.
10 Dadhikras hath o'erspread the Fivefold
People with vigour, as the Sun lightens the waters.
May the strong Steed who winneth bundreds, thousands,
requite with sweetness these my words and praises.
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