Your smooth bows decked with dyes and gold Are glorious in their masters’ hold, And with the arms of Indra vie Which diamond splendours beautify. Your quivers glow with golden sheen, Well stored with arrows fleet and keen, Each gleaming like a fiery snake That joys the foeman’s life to take.

In plain words: Hanuman admires their gold-decorated bows, which shine like Indra's weapons. Their golden quivers are full of sharp arrows that look like fiery snakes.