The Earth then, O king, was as if converted into one sheet of arrows by your son Duryodhana, that bowman endued with great lightness of hand.
बाणभूतामपश्याम पृथिवीं पृथिवीपते। दुर्योधनेन प्रकृतां क्षिप्रहस्तेन धन्विना॥