That hero fell with head down wards like a flagstaff loosened from the socket. Like a charming Karnikara tree in the spring growing gracefully on the top of a hill, with beautiful branches, lying on the groved when uprooted by the tempest, the prince of the Kambojas lying on the bare ground deprived of life, through accustomed to sleep on the most precious bed.
पपातभिमुखः शूरो यन्त्रमुक्त इव ध्वजः। गिरेः शिखरजः श्रीमान् सुशाखः सुप्रतिष्ठितः॥ निर्भग्न इव वातेन कर्णिकारो हिमात्यये। शेते स्म निहतो भूमौ काम्बोजास्तरणोचितः॥