सैक्यः कोशान्निःसरति प्रसन्नो हित्वेव जीर्णामुरगस्त्वचं स्वाम् । ध्वजे वाचो रौद्ररूपा वदन्ति कदा रथो योक्ष्यते ते किरीटिन्॥५-४७-९७॥
The sword slips from its sheath, bright and clear, like a serpent casting off its worn skin. From the banner, fierce-sounding voices seem to speak: “When will your chariot be yoked, O Kirīṭin?”
english translation
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