Flinging his shots right and left as he moved round the field, the string of his bow shone like flashes of lightning sparkling amidst the cloudy heavens.
ज्या चास्य चरतो युद्धे सव्यदक्षिणमस्यतः। विद्युतम्बुदमध्यस्था भ्राजमानेव साभवत्॥