Here, Ráma, lies his broken bow, Here lie the arrows of the foe. There on the ground before thee are The fragments of his battle car. There bleeds the driver whom my wings Beat down with ceaseless buffetings.

In plain words: Jatayu, the dying old vulture, points out the proof of his fight with Ravana, the demon king: the broken bow, the arrows, the smashed chariot, and the driver he struck down with his wings.