Rāmāyaṇacampū 1.111

1.111

Now Daśaratha, returning from Videha along with his sons whose marriages were completed, saw mid-journey the sage Rāma, descendant of Bhṛgu, whose unbearable rage was like the fire blazing at the time of universal dissolution, whose prowess was terrifying and unrestrainable, who had offered ancestral oblations made of streams of blood subject to the edge of his battle-axe which scraped away all the pride of the kṣatriya class, who was foremost among the proud, exceedingly resplendent, and who, though dressed in bark garments befitting ascetic practice, had not had his passion for battle stolen away due to the force of past impressions.
And though his joy had faded upon merely seeing him, he performed worship together with the great sages and asked: "Noble sir, is all well?"
Then the lord of the Bhṛgus, paying no heed to that gracious speech of Daśaratha,
spoke this to the humble Rāma:
"You who acquired fame from an old bow and have not known my axe,
I wished to know the might of your arms on this bow!" (111)