Became seized with panic and began to fly away even before the very eyes of your son. O monarch, when those warriors were thus flying, your son Dushasana.
ते छाद्यमाना बाणौधैर्दुःशासनपुरोगमाः। प्राद्रवन् समरे भीतास्तव सैन्यस्य पश्यतः॥