Through the grace of the sage KrishnaDvaipayana, the son of Satyavati. I then beheld that effulgent one proceeding, after his ascension to the sky, like a blazing flame-beam free from even a curl of smoke flying through the welkin. Upon the slaughter of Drona, the Kurus, the Pandavas and the Srinjayas, all became depressed.
ऋषेः प्रसादात् कृष्णस्य सत्यवत्याः सुतस्य च। विधूमामिह संयान्तीमुल्कां प्रज्वलितामिव॥ अपश्याम दिवं स्तब्वा गच्छन्तं तं महाद्युतिम्। हते द्रोणे निरुत्साहान् कुरून् पाण्डवसृञ्जयाः॥