O king, having received the benedictions of those cheerful heroes and having caused the Brahmanas to utter auspicious words and having also bowed down to the best of Brahmanas and to Shiva, I started on my car yoked with (my horses) Shaivya and Sugriva, filling all directions with the clatter of its wheels and blowing that best of conches named the Panchajanya. O best of men, surrounded by my invincible and victorious army consisting of four kinds of troops, all so persevering in battle, I started.
तैः प्रहृष्टात्मभिवीरैराशीर्भिरभिनन्दितः। वाचयित्वा द्विजश्रेष्ठान् प्रणम्य शिरसा भवम्॥ शैब्यसुग्रीवयुक्तेन रथेनानादयन् दिशः। प्रघ्माप्य शङ्खप्रवरं पाञ्चजन्यमहं नृप॥ प्रयातोऽस्मि नरव्याघ्र बलेन महता वृतः। क्लुप्तेन चतुरङ्गेण यत्तेन जितकाशिना॥