Rig Veda 4.38

uto hi vāṃ dātrā santi pūrvā yā pūrubhyas trasadasyur nitośe kṣetrāsāṃ dadathur urvarāsāṃ ghanaṃ dasyubhyo abhibhūtim ugram

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.

uta vājinam puruniṣṣidhvānaṃ dadhikrām u dadathur viśvakṛṣṭim ṛjipyaṃ śyenam pruṣitapsum āśuṃ carkṛtyam aryo nṛpatiṃ na śūram

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.

yaṃ sīm anu pravateva dravantaṃ viśvaḥ pūrur madati harṣamāṇaḥ paḍbhir gṛdhyantam medhayuṃ na śūraṃ rathaturaṃ vātam iva dhrajantam

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.

yaḥ smārundhāno gadhyā samatsu sanutaraś carati goṣu gacchan āvirṛjīko vidathā nicikyat tiro aratim pary āpa āyoḥ

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.

uta smainaṃ vastramathiṃ na tāyum anu krośanti kṣitayo bhareṣu nīcāyamānaṃ jasuriṃ na śyenaṃ śravaś cācchā paśumac ca yūtham

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.

uta smāsu prathamaḥ sariṣyan ni veveti śreṇibhī rathānām srajaṃ kṛṇvāno janyo na śubhvā reṇuṃ rerihat kiraṇaṃ dadaśvān

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.

uta sya vājī sahurir ṛtāvā śuśrūṣamāṇas tanvā samarye turaṃ yatīṣu turayann ṛjipyo 'dhi bhruvoḥ kirate reṇum ṛñjan

And that strong Steed, victorious and faithful, obedient with his body in the combat, Speeding straight on amid the swiftly pressing, casts o'er his brows the dust he tosses upward.

uta smāsya tanyator iva dyor ṛghāyato abhiyujo bhayante yadā sahasram abhi ṣīm ayodhīd durvartuḥ smā bhavati bhīma ṛñjan

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.

uta smāsya panayanti janā jūtiṃ kṛṣṭipro abhibhūtim āśoḥ utainam āhuḥ samithe viyantaḥ parā dadhikrā asarat sahasraiḥ

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.

This verse is not included in this edition.

Dadhikras hath o'erspread the Fivefold People with vigour, as the Sun lightens the waters. May the strong Steed who winneth hundreds, thousands, requite with sweetness these my words and praises.