That foremost of smiters, Rama then seated on a quick-going car, showered nets of arrows on me that fell like clouds on a mountain.
ततोऽभ्रान्ते रथे तिष्ठन् रामः प्रहरतां वरः। ववर्ष शरजालानि मयि मेघ इवाचले॥