The bow of your son, O Bharata, was repeatedly drawn to a circle and the arrows were ceaselessly issued from it towards all directions covered with Duryodhana's arrows those sons of Pandu ceased to shine brightly as the sun and the moon lose their splendour when enveloped with a mass of dark clouds. Indeed, O king, those gold-winged arrows, sharpened on stone, covered all the sides like of the sun.
धनुर्मण्डलमेवास्य दृश्यते युधि भारत। सायकाश्चैव दृश्यते निश्चरन्तः समन्ततः॥ आच्छादयन् दिशः सर्वाः सूर्यस्येवांशवो यथा।