By Ráma's nobler might,
Upon his foe he fiercely glared,
And drove against him fast,
Like Indra when his arm is bared
His thundering bolt to cast.
Canto XXVII. The Death Of Trisirás.
But Triśirás,[471] a chieftain dread,
Marked Khara as he onward sped.
And met his car and cried, to stay