The Rāmāyaṇa of Vālmīki 3.29.5

3.29.5

nīcasya kṣudraśīlasya mithyāvṛttasya rakṣasaḥ
prāṇān apahariṣyāmi garutmān amṛtaṃ yathā

'Thou, worst of giant blood, at length
Hast shown the utmost of thy strength,
And forced by greater might to bow,
Thy vaunting threats are idle now.
My shafts have cut thy club in twain:
Useless it lies upon the plain,
And all thy pride and haughty trust
Lie with it levelled in the dust.
The words that thou hast said to-day,
That thou wouldst wipe the tears away
Of all the giants I have slain,
My deeds shall render void and vain.
Thou meanest of the giants' breed,
Evil in thought and word and deed.
My hand shall take that life of thine
As Garud seized the juice divine.