O king, Satyaki, of true prowess, being thus wounded with the arrows in all his limbs, shone in the field of battle like a Kinshuka with flowers.
स शरैः क्षतसर्वाङ्गः सात्यकिः सत्यविक्रमः। रराज समरे राजन् सपुष्प इव किंशुकः॥