By dying upon the sacred field of Samantapanchaka, celebrated over the three worlds, I shall, forsooth, go to the blessed abode of eternity.'-Then, having heard these lamentations of the king, O sire, thousands of men, with eyes full of tears, fled away in all directions.
समन्तपञ्चके पुण्ये त्रिषु लोकेषु विश्रुते॥ अहं निधनमासाद्य लोकान् प्राप्स्यामि शाश्वतान्। ततो जनसहस्राणि बाष्पपूर्णानि मारिष॥ प्रलापं नृपतेः श्रुत्वा व्यद्रवन्त दिशो दश।