Sent fiery flashes as it flew.

Trees, shrubs were scorched beneath the blast,

As onward to its aim it passed.

But Ráma, watching as it sped

Dire as His noose who rules the dead,

Cleft it with arrows as it came

On rushing with a hiss and flame.

Its fury spent and burnt away,

Harmless upon the ground it lay

Like a great snake in furious mood