in battle, will be seen by the sons of Pritha to resemble (thick) flights of locusts. Today, when wielding my bow, I will continue to rain down arrows.
द्रक्ष्यन्ति समरे योधाः शलभानामिवायतीः॥ अद्य बाणमयं वर्षं सृजतो मम धन्विनः।