While he fought with me, eight carts each drawn by eight bullocks conveyed his hundreds of arrows. Like a wind dissipating clouds I baffled the arrows he showered upon me.
अष्टागवामष्ट शतानि बाणान् मया प्रयुद्धस्य वहन्ति तस्य। तांस्तेन सुक्तानहमस्य बाणैळनाशयं वायुरिवाभ्रजालम्॥