Without any touch, my Gandiva bow yawns. Though my bow remains untouched, yet the string shakes. My arrows, too, coming near the mouth of my arrow holder try to fly away every moment.
रनाहता कम्पति मे धनुर्ला। बाणाश्च मे तूणमुखाद् विसृत्य मुहुर्मुहुर्गन्तुमुशन्ति चैव॥