Ramayana 6.263

Hanuman life and strength regained, Burned for the fight and thus complained: "Why, coward giant, didst thou flee And leave the doubtful fight with me?" Seven mighty arrows keen and fleet The giant launched, the hill to meet; And, all its force and fury stayed, The harmless mass on earth was laid. Enraged the Vanar chief beheld The mountain peak by force repelled, And rained upon the foe a shower Of trees uptorn with branch and flower. Still his keen shafts which pierced and rent Each flying tree the giant sent: Still was the Vanar doomed to feel The tempest of the winged steel. Then, smarting from that arrowy storm, The Vanar chief condensed his form,(964) And lightly leaping from the ground On Ravan's standard footing found; Then springing unimpeded down Stood on his bow and golden crown. The Vanar's nimble leaps amazed Ikshvaku's son who stood and gazed. The giant, raging in his heart, Laid on his bow a fiery dart; The Vanar on his flagstaff eyed, And thus in tones of fury cried: "Well skilled in magic lore art thou: But will thine art avail thee now? See if thy magic will defend Thy life against the dart I send."