Were scon, clad in mail and showering arrows, like the clouds showering (torrents of) rain. Stecds of the hue of ivory and that of unbaked earthenware pots, carried Sikhandin, the Panchala prince of immeasurable energy. In all, twelve thousand mighty car-warriors of the Panchala race proceeded in battle.
वर्षन्त इव जीमूताः प्रत्यदृश्यन्त दंशिताः। आमपात्रनिकाशास्तु पाञ्चाल्यममितौजसम्॥ दत्तासतुम्बुरुणा दिव्याः शिखण्डिनमुदावहन्। तथा द्वादश साहस्राः पञ्चालानां महारथाः॥