Then confounding the minds of the other warriors. Drona and Prisata's son began to pour their arrowy showers like rain-clouds purring their contents in the rainy seasons.
मोहयन्तौ मनांस्याजौ योधानां द्रोणपार्षतौ। सृजन्तौ शरवर्षाणि वर्षास्विव बलाहकौ॥