That infinite army, whose impetus it would have been impossible even for the gods to bear, that army which was incapable of being crossed like the sea on a Parva day, that army that swarmed with car-warriors, steeds and elephants and that resounded with the blare of conchs, the rattle of chariots, and the sound drums, that numbered numbered innumerable foot soldiers and car-warriors, that was shrouded in a cloud of dust-that veritable ocean of advancing hostile force that was incapable of being agitated, Bhimasena withstood in battle, like the banks resisting the surging sea.
तं बलौघमपर्यन्तं देवैरपि सुदुःसहम्। आपतन्तं सुदुष्पारं समुद्रमिव पर्वणि॥ रथनागाश्वकलिलं शङ्खदुन्दुभिनादितम्। अनन्तरथपादातं रजसा सर्वतो वृतम्॥ तं भीमसेनः समरे महोदधिमिवापरम्। सेनासागरमक्षोभ्यं वेलेव समवारयत्॥