Stretching his mighty bow that resembled that of Indra himself (rain-bow) in hue, he, O monarch, discharged thousands of arrows that looked like snakes of virulent poison, that were endued with the energy of the thunderbolt itself displaying in the act his wonderful lightness of hands. Thereupon the followers of Satyaki unable to bear those shafts of fatal touch, O monarch, fled in all directions, abandoning, O king, in battle Satyaki ever invincible in fight.
इन्द्रायुधसवर्णं तु विस्फार्य सुमहद् धनुः। सृष्टवान् वज्रसंकाशाशरानाशीविषोपमान्॥ सहस्रशो महाराज दर्शयन् पाणिलाघवम्। शरांस्तान् मृत्युसंस्पर्शान् सात्यकेश्च पदानुगाः॥ न विषेहुस्तदा राजन् दुद्रुवुस्ते समन्ततः। विहाय सात्यकि राजन् समरे युद्धदुर्मदम्॥