The son of the preceptor poured froth showers of arrows upon that hostile army, even as the mass of congregated clouds, at the expiration of the summer, drops down showers of rain upon the earth, containing mountains and trees upon her.
पर्जन्य इव धर्मान्ते वृष्ट्या साद्रिद्रुमां महीम्। आचार्यपुत्रस्तां सेनां बाणवृष्ट्या व्यवीवृषत्॥