With head-gear on his head, and wearing a golden armour licking the corners of his mouth, O king, with eyes redened in wrath, and breathing hard, your son on that field, O king, shone like the golden Sumeru.
अवबद्धशिरस्त्राणः संख्ये काञ्चनवर्मभृत्॥ रराज राजन् पुत्रस्ते काञ्चनः शैलराडिव।