That mighty car-warrior, the son of Subala did not at all feel pain to behold the fights of arrows, that were like the throngs of locusts, approaching towards his car. Rather that highly glorious one really restrained those arrows with numcrous arrows of his own.
शलभानामिव वाताशरवातान् महारथः। रथोपगान् समीक्ष्यैवं विव्यथे नैव सौबलः॥ प्रममाथ शरांस्तस्य शरवातैर्महायशाः।