Let Shalya, alarmed with the scene of his golden chariot thus scattered to the winds and his charioteer and steeds taken off with numberless darts of your arrows, deserting his empty car, beat a hasty retreat (from the field).
त्वया शरशतैश्छिन्नं रथं हेमविभूषितम्। हतयोधाश्वमुत्सृज्य भीतः शल्यः पलायताम्॥