Your troops, O monarch, agitated with fear and greatly confounded, became like the waters of the sea, with the fishes and Makaras within them, ruffled into huge waves and lashed to fury by the storm that blows at the end of a Yoga. Then the handsome son of Pritha, by name Dhananjaya began to career on the field of battle.
त्रासोद्विग्नं तथोद्भान्तं त्वदीयं तद् बलं नृप। युगान्तवातसंक्षुब्धं चलद्वीचितरङ्गितम्॥ प्रलीनमीनमकरं सागराम्भ इवाभवत्। सरणे व्यचरत् पार्थः प्रेक्षमाणो धनंजयः॥