O son a charioteer, bring me also, in all haste, fleetest horses, of the colour of to tawny clouds, stout, washed with water hallowed by mantras and decorated with rich caparisons made of effulgent gold.
अश्वानग्यान् पाण्डुराभ्रप्रकाशान् पुष्टान् स्नातान् मन्त्रपूताभिरद्भिः। शीघ्राच्छीघ्रं सूतपुत्रानयस्व॥