The bow is sounding against him; he sees the shining point of spear and arrow.
In his strength he goes out against the arms of war, turning not away from the sword.
Shaking with passion, he is biting the earth; he is not able to keep quiet at the sound of the horn;
The body-covers of his fighting men have been made red, the men of war are clothed in bright red: the war-carriages are like flames of fire in the day when he gets ready, the horses are shaking.