As the clouds pour down heavy showers upon mountain, so did your son, Kripa, the king of the Bhojas and that powerful son of Drona rushed on and began to pour down arrows upon him like rains.
स्तथैव भोजस्तव चात्मजः स्वयम्। रवाकिरंस्तोयधरा यथाचलम्॥