Fled in all directions, in that confounding dreadful and ruthless crush of combatants. O Bharata, your son Chitrasena beholding that mighty mace course towards him, was not confounded at heart.
अपक्रान्तास्तुमुले सम्प्रमर्दे सुदारुणे भारत मोहनीये। अमूढचेतास्त्वथ चित्रसेनो महागदामापतन्तीं निरीक्ष्य॥