Grasping a bow with arrows fixed on the string and uttering his war cries incessantly and loud. Behind him followed the ruler of the Bangas himself, supported by ten thousand elephants prodigious like the hills and with the temporal juice flowing down. Beholding your son surrounded by the elephant division rush to battle, O mighty monarch, that night-ranger became inflamed with wrath; then regard a combat, dreadful and hair stirring.
प्रगृह्य विपुलं चापं सिंहवद् विनदन् मुहुः। पृष्ठतोऽनुययौ चैनं स्रवद्भिः पर्वतोपमैः॥ कुञ्जरैर्दशसाहस्रैर्वङ्गानामधिपः स्वयम्। तमापतन्तं सम्प्रेक्ष्य गजानीकेन संवृतम्॥ पुत्रं तव महाराज चुकोप स निशाचरः। ततः प्रववृते युद्धं तुमुलं लोमहर्षणम्॥