Then they poured their arrows of Pandu's son of fearful deeds like clouds drenching the mountain breast with their contents at the end of summer. Like a mountain receiving a shower of stones, the son of Pandu then received that arrowy shower and that slayer of foes was none the less worse for it. Then the son of Kunti, as if smiling, dispatched with his arrows, Vinda and Anuvinda together with Suvarman to the abode of death. Then, O foremost of the Bharatas, he pierced in battle, your heroic son Sudarsana, who fell down and died on the spot. Then in no time, the son of Pandu, casting his eyes on all directions, began to agitate that car-host with his (fierce) arrows. Then like a herd of deer, terrified at the loud clatter of ear-wheels.
स तद् बाणमयं वर्षमश्मवर्षमिवाचलः। प्रतीच्छन् पाण्डुदायादो न प्राव्यथत शत्रुहा॥ विन्दानुविन्दौ सहितौ सुवर्माणं च ते सुतम्। प्रहसन्नेव कौन्तेयः शरैर्निन्ये यमक्षयम्॥ ततःसुदर्शनं वीरं पुत्रं ते भरतर्षभ। विव्याध समरे तूर्ण स पपात ममार च॥ सोऽचिरेणैव कालेन तद्रथानीकमाशुगैः। दिशः सर्वाः समालोक्य व्यधमत् पाण्डुनन्दनः॥ ततो वै स्थघोषेण गर्जितेन मृगा इव। भज्यमानाश्च समरे तव पुत्रा विशाम्पते॥