Then as Drona's son shot his welltempered, well-sharpened arrows, the earth, the welkin, the firmament, the cardinal and subsidiary quarters, all in his front and rear became covered with arrows of dreadful look.
तस्यास्यतस्तान् निशितान् पीतधारान् द्रौणे: शरान् पृष्ठतश्चाग्रतश्चा धरा वियद् द्यौः प्रदिशो दिशश्च च्छन्ना बाणैरभवन् घोररूपैः॥