Ramayana 3.173

But when he turned his eye where bled Both Trisiras and Dushan dead, Fear o'er the giant's spirit came Of Rama's might which naught could tame. He saw his savage legions, those Whose force no creature dared oppose,-- He saw the leader of his train By Rama's single prowess slain. With burning grief he marked the few Still left him of his giant crew. As Namuchi(473) on Indra, so Rushed the dread demon on his foe. His mighty bow the monster strained, And angrily on Rama rained His mortal arrows in a flood, Like serpent fangs athirst for blood. Skilled in the bowman's warlike art, He plied the string and poised the dart. Here, on his car, and there, he rode, And passages of battle showed, While all the skyey regions grew Dark with his arrows as they flew. Then Rama seized his ponderous bow, And straight the heaven was all aglow With shafts whose stroke no life might bear That filled with flash and flame the air, Thick as the blinding torrents sent Down from Parjanya's(474) firmament. In space itself no space remained, But all was filled with arrows rained Incessantly from each great bow Wielded by Rama and his foe. As thus in furious combat, wrought To mortal hate, the warriors fought, The sun himself grew faint and pale, Obscured behind that arrowy veil.