I am greatly mortified, O Vishoka, to see around me these leaders of war in hostile array and also with the sight of their cars and the tops of their standards. The king lies wounded and the diadem-decked Arjuna is not yet come to take the field. All these, O Suta, are preying heavily on me.
अरीन् विशोकाभिनिरीक्ष्य सर्वतो मनस्तु चिन्ता प्रदुनोति मे भृशम्। राजाऽऽतुरो नागमद् यत् किरीटी बहूनि दुःखान्यभियातोऽस्मि सूत॥