In that night the sound of their palms and the twang of their bow-strings and the clatter of their car-wheels were so loud as to resemble and rumble of cloud at the end of summer.
तेषां ज्यातलनिर्घोषो रथनेमिस्वनश्च ह। मेघानामिव धर्मान्ते बभूव तुमुलो निशि॥