Again the hero left the shade, Again the deer before him strayed. With surer hope and stronger will The hunter longed his prey to kill. Then as his soul impatient grew, An arrow from his side he drew, Resplendent as the sunbeam’s glow, The crusher of the smitten foe.

In plain words: Rama leaves the shade and follows the deer once more. Now he is more determined to kill it. Growing impatient, he pulls out a shining, deadly arrow.