T'he body of Suta's son blazed up with radiance, in consequence of wrath. Thereupon stretching his terrible bow decked with gold. The son of Radha. O monarch, looked at Bhima with eyes flashing rage. Inflamed with rage the son of Suta, while discharging his shafts, looked beautiful. Like the autumnal sun of burning rays at mid-day.
सूतपुत्रस्य संरम्भाद् दीप्तं वपुरजायत। स विस्फार्य महचापं कार्तस्वरविभूषितम्॥ भीमं प्रेक्षत राधेयो घोरं घोरेण चक्षुषा। ततः क्रुद्धः शरानस्यन् सूतपुत्रो व्यरोचत॥ मध्यंदिनगतोऽर्चिष्माशरदीव दिवाकरः।