Beholding that unthought-of over-throw of Bharadvaja's son, that was like falling the sun on the earth or the drying up of the ocean or the transplantation of Meru nountain or the defeat of Vasava himself, your troops, O king, began to fly away, panic lending speed to their legs.
भास्करस्यैव पतनं समुद्रस्येव शोषणम्। विपर्यासं यथा मेरोर्वासवस्येव निर्जयम्॥ अमर्षणीयं तद् दृष्ट्वा भारद्वाजस्य पातनम्। त्रस्तरूपतरा राजन् कौरवाः प्राद्रवन् भयात्॥