Rig Veda 8.55

bhūrīd indrasya vīryaṃ vy akhyam abhy āyati rādhas te dasyave vṛka

Great, verily, is Indra's might. I have beheld, and hither comes Thy bounty, Dasyave-vrika!

śataṃ śvetāsa ukṣaṇo divi tāro na rocante mahnā divaṃ na tastabhuḥ

A hundred oxen white of hue are shining like the stars in heaven, So tall, they seem to prop the sky.

śataṃ veṇūñchataṃ śunaḥ śataṃ carmāṇi mlātāni śatam me balbajastukā aruṣīṇāṃ catuḥśatam

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.

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Blest by the Gods, Kinvayanas! be ye who spread through life on life: Like horses have ye stridden forth.

ād it sāptasya carkirann ānūnasya mahi śravaḥ śyāvīr atidhvasan pathaś cakṣuṣā cana saṃnaśe

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.