YV 6.4i

p O lord of the forest, be strong of limb, Our comrade, efficacious, of great strength; Thou art tied with cowhide, be thou strong; Let him that mounteth thee conquer what is to be conquered. q From sky, from earth [5] is might collected, From trees is strength gathered; The might of the waters surrounded with the kine, Indra's thunderbolt, the chariot, do thou adore with oblation. r The thunderbolt of Indra, the face of the Maruts, The embryo of Mitra, the navel of Varuna, Do thou, accepting this our sacrifice, O chariot divine, take to thyself the oblations. s Roar to earth and sky; Let the scattered world be ware of thee in many places; Do thou, O drum, in unison with Indra and the gods [6], Drive away the foe further than far. t Roar thou! Grant us force and might. Thunder, overthrowing obstacles; Snort away, O drum, misfortune hence; Indra's fist art thou; show thy strength. u Drive to us those, and these make to come to us; The drum speaketh aloud for a signal (of battle) Our heroes winged with steeds meet together; Be our chariotmen victorious, O Indra. a When first thou didst cry on birth, Arising from the ocean or the dust, The wings of the eagle, the limbs of the gazelle, That is thy famed birth, O steed. b The steed given by Yama hath Trita yoked, It Indra first mounted, The bridle of it the Gandharva grasped; O Vasus, from the sun ye fashioned the steed. c Thou art Yama, O steed, thou art Aditya; Thou art Trita by secret ordinance; Thou art entirely separated from Soma [1]; Three, they say, are thy bonds in the sky. d Three, they say, are thy bonds in the sky, Three in the waters, three within the ocean And like Varuna to me thou appearest, O steed, Where, say they, is thy highest birthplace. e These, O swift one, are thy cleansings, These the placings down of thy hooves in victory; Here I have seen thy fair ropes, Which the guards of holy order guard.