 नूनं काञ्चनपृष्ठस्य विकृष्टस्य मया रणे।द्रष्टुमिच्छति चापस्य रूपं विद्युद्गणोपम।। 
 Surely he wishes to see the form of my bow inlaid with gold bent by me to its full length, looking like a streak of lightning. 