Ascending the car, Raghava, of great effulgence, went speedily on, making (the space) resounded like to the muttering cloud on the sky. He issued out of his abode like the beautiful moon passing through a huge cloud.
प्रययौ तूर्णमास्थाय राघवो ज्वलितः श्रिया। स पर्जन्य इवाकाशे स्वनवानभिनादयन्॥