Thereupon having observed the lightness of hand of his antagonist, the son of Drona had stringed his bow into a circle and shot innumerable arrows, even as the mass of clouds pours down the torrents of rain.
अथारेर्लाघवं दृष्ट्वा मण्डलीकृतकार्मुकः। प्रास्यद् द्रोणसुतो बाणान् वृष्टिं पूषानु जो यथा॥