Ramayana 3.295a

Ravan's red eyes in fury rolled: Bright with his armlets' flashing gold, In high disdain, by passion stirred He rushed against the sovereign bird. With clash and din and furious blows Of murderous battle met the foes: Thus urged by winds two clouds on high Meet warring in the stormy sky. Then fierce the dreadful combat raged As fiend and bird in war engaged, As if two winged mountains sped To dire encounter overhead. Keen pointed arrows thick and fast, In never ceasing fury cast, Rained hurtling on the vulture king And smote him on the breast and wing. But still that noblest bird sustained The cloud of shafts which Ravan rained, And with strong beak and talons bent The body of his foeman rent. Then wild with rage the ten-necked king Laid ten swift arrows on his string,-- Dread as the staff of Death were they, So terrible and keen to slay. Straight to his ear the string he drew, Straight to the mark the arrows flew, And pierced by every iron head The vulture's mangled body bled. One glance upon the car he bent Where Sita wept with shrill lament, Then heedless of his wounds and pain Rushed at the giant king again. Then the brave vulture with the stroke Of his resistless talons broke The giant's shafts and bow whereon The fairest pearls and jewels shone. The monster paused, by rage unmanned: A second bow soon armed his hand, Whence pointed arrows swift and true In hundreds, yea in thousands, flew. The monarch of the vultures, plied With ceaseless darts on every side, Showed like a bird that turns to rest Close covered by the branch-built nest. He shook his pinions to repel The storm of arrows as it fell; Then with his talons snapped in two The mighty bow which Ravan drew. Next with terrific wing he smote So fiercely on the giant's coat, The harness, glittering with the glow Of fire, gave way beneath the blow. With storm of murderous strokes he beat The harnessed asses strong and fleet,-- Each with a goblin's monstrous face And plates of gold his neck to grace.