By Ráma's single prowess slain.

With burning grief he marked the few

Still left him of his giant crew.

As Namuchi[473] on Indra, so

Rushed the dread demon on his foe.

His mighty bow the monster strained,

And angrily on Ráma rained

His mortal arrows in a flood,

Like serpent fangs athirst for blood.

Skilled in the bowman's warlike art,