That burning and dreadful dart entwined with strings and which seemed to long for blood, that terrible missile that looked like very tongue of death or his sister, that resplendent and fearful dart Vikartana's son now hurled at the Rakshasa.
तां वै शक्तिं लेलिहानां प्रदीप्तां पाशैर्युक्तामन्तकस्येव जिह्वाम्। मृत्योः स्वसारं ज्वलितामिवोल्का वैकर्तनः प्राहिणोद् राक्षसाय॥