And approaching Bhimasena, the son of Prishata comforted him whose body was mangled with shaft-cuts, who was treading on foot sand vomiting the poison of his anger and who was wielding his mace like the Destroyer himself as the time of the universal annihilation.
अथोपगच्छच्छरविक्षताङ्गं पदातिनं क्रोधविषं वमन्तम्। आश्वासयन् पार्षतो भीमसेनं गदाहस्तं कालमिवान्तकाले॥