“ At your approach man holds him down before the fury of your wrath: The rugged-jointed mountain yields. 8. They at whose racings forth the earth, like an age-weakened lord of men, Trembles in terror on their ways. 9. Strong is their birth: vigour have they to issue from their Mother; strength, Yea, even twice enough, is theirs. 10. And these, the Sons, the Singers, in their racings have enlarged the bounds, So that the kine must walk knee-deep. ”

“ Come quick with swift steeds, for ye have worshippers among Kanva's sons May you rejoice among them well. 15. All is prepared for your delight. We are their servants evermore, To live as long as life may last. ”