Contracting his eye brow into three lines and licking the corners of his inouth with his tongue, he looked at Suratha in anger and then touched his bowstring and shot a keen clothyard shaft resembling the dreadful rod of Death.
त्रिशिखां भृकुटीं कृत्वा सृक्किणी परिसंलहन्॥ उद्वीक्ष्य सुरथं रोषाद् धनुर्ध्यामवमृज्य च। मुमोच तीक्ष्णं नाराचं यमदण्डोपमद्युतिम्॥