Those arrows, O king discharged by Drona and Susharma, shone, O mighty monarch, in the heavens like a row of crane in the firmament in Autumn.
ताभ्याः मुक्ताः शरा राजन्नन्तरिक्षे विरेजिरे। हंसा इव महाराज शरत्काले नभस्तले॥