So thick was the dust that rose that nothing could be seen. The high standards (on the cars) adorned with strings of bells, decked with golden ornaments, garlands of flowers and rich cloths and graced with banners, and loO king like the sun in splendor, being suddenly shaken by the wind gave out a loud jingling noise like that of a forest of palmyra trees. having thus placed their troops in battle-array against the army of your son, and sucking, as it were, the marrow of our warriors and warriors and loO king at Bhimsena who stood at the head of the army with his mace in hand, it was thus that those foremost of men, the Pandavas, who over take delight in battle, stood.
प्रादुरासीद् रजस्तीवं न प्राज्ञायत किंचन। ध्वजानां धूयमानानां सहसा मातरिश्वना॥ किङ्किणीजालबद्धानां काञ्चनस्रग्वराम्बरैः। महतां सपताकानामादित्यसमतेजसाम्॥ सर्वं झणझणीभूतमासीत् तालवनेष्विव। एवं ते पुरुषव्याघ्राः पाण्डवा युद्धनन्दिनः॥ व्यवस्थिताः प्रतिव्यूह्य तव पुत्रस्य वाहिनीम्। असन्त इव मज्जा नो योधानां भरतर्षभ॥ दृष्ट्वाऽग्रतो भीमसेनं गदापाणिमवस्थितम्॥