O sire, that mighty car-warrior, Shatanika, waiting in a car, that was deprived of its horses and becoming very wrathful, had thrown a mace upon your son.
हताश्वे तु रथे तिष्ठञ्शतानीको महारथः। गदां चिक्षेप संक्रुद्धस्तव पुत्रस्य मारिष॥