“Do you give the horse her strength or clothe her neck with a flowing mane?
Do you make her leap like a locust, striking terror with her proud snorting?
She paws fiercely, rejoicing in her strength, and charges into the fray.
She laughs at fear, afraid of nothing; she does not shy away from the sword.
The quiver rattles against her side, along with the flashing spear and lance.
In frenzied excitement she eats up the ground; she cannot stand still when the trumpet sounds.”