And with fine sharp arrows pierced Drona's son in battle. Like two clouds at the expiration of summer, those two warriors, pouring showers of arrows.
विव्याध निशितैर्बाणैौणिं पञ्चभिराहवे। जीमूताविव धर्मान्ते तो शरौघप्रवर्षिणौ॥