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Sarathraja, with his chariot full of weapons, was moving towards the enemy.
Look!
How the beautiful and auspicious flowers of the mind, inspired by the heroic deeds of the warriors, were blooming. The flags were fluttering in the wind. The serpents were hissing at the sound of the wheels. The chariot was full of weapons and was shining with gold. The bells of the chariot were ringing, as if they were burdened by the weight of the warriors. The king, after crossing many yojanas of the vast ocean, took his bow in his hand. The bow, like a mountain, was adorned with auspicious knots. It was as pure as the Suklatra, and its body was adorned with virtues like compassion and humility. The string of the bow was pulled and brought to the ear with grace. It looked as if the moon was in the Shravana constellation. The arrow was shining on it, as if it were a new, shining kundala on the sun.
The arrow, drawn by the string and the steady hand, reached the ear, as if it were telling the kings that the bow was also capable of evil.
The arrow, which was released from the bow, was like the sun with its bright rays. It was like a messenger, sent to the king of Varadamatitirtha. It fell in the assembly hall of the king. It did not leave any mark on its body.