A History of Indian Literature v1.c8.s3.112

v1.c8.s3.112

Formed out of wood, compact with straps of leather, loud is the
War-drum as he plays the hero.
Whetting thy voice and vanquishing opponents, roar at them like
a lion fain to conquer! [1]
Like a bull marked by strength among the cattle, roar seeking
kine and gathering up the booty.
Pierce through our adversaries' heart with sorrow, and let our
routed foes desert their hamlets. [3]
Hearing the Drum's far-reaching voice resounding, let the foe's
dame, waked by the roar, afflicted,
Grasping her son, run forward in her terror amid the conflict of
the deadly weapons.[^1) [5]