Arrows, well-sharpened and well-tempered, shot from that bow, in that battle, appeared, O king, like flights of bees coming out from a blossoming tree in a forest.
शराश्च निशिताः पीता निश्चरन्ति स्म संयुगे। वनात् फुल्लद्रुमाद् राजन् भ्रमराणामिव व्रजाः॥