Even as Dhruva Mahārāja fixed the weapon made by Nārāyaṇa Ṛṣi onto his bow, arrows with golden shafts and feathers like the wings of a swan flew out from it. They entered the enemy soldiers with a great hissing sound, just as peacocks enter a forest with tumultuous crowing.
PURPORT
This verse has not purport by His Divine Grace A.C. Bhaktivedanta Svāmi Prabhupāda.
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