HYMN VII. Praskanva's Gift.

1. GREAT, verily, is Indra's might. I have beheld, and hither comes

Thy bounty, Dasyave-vrka!

2 A hundred oxen white of hue are shining like the stars in heaven,

So tall, they seem to prop the sky.

3 Bamboos a hundred, a hundred dogs, a hundred skins of beasts well-tanned,

A hundred tufts of Balbaja, four hundred red-hued mares are mine.

4 Blest by the Gods, Kinvayanas! be ye who spread through life on life:

Like horses have ye stridden forth.

5 Then men extolled the team of seven not yet full-grown, its fame is great.

The dark mares rushed along the paths, so that no eye could follow them.