Verse 17

सटाविकटपीनांसस्पन्दप्रेरितभास्करम् ।रोमकूपलसद्वह्निपुञ्जापिञ्जरपर्वतम्

In plain words

with the sun sent flying by the quiver of its massive shoulders, fearsome with their mane, and mountains grown tawny with the blazing masses of fire from its every hair-pore,