Meseems my sons are lamenting, hopeless of their victory, by seeing the divisions of infantry fly with haste in all direction.
पत्तिसंघान् रणे दृष्ट्वा धावमानांश्च सर्वशः। निराशा विजये सर्वे मन्ये शोचन्ति पुत्रकाः॥