Sorely afflicted, suddenly fled away, smashing the ranks of your own army. The mighty bowmen and car-warriors headed by the son of Subhadra, protected that hero as he battled, like the immortals protecting the wielder of the thunderbolt. Grasping his bloodstained mace almost bathed in the blood of clephants.
सहसा प्राद्रवन् क्लिष्टा मृनन्तस्तव वाहिनीम्॥ तं हि वीरं महेष्वासं सौभद्रप्रमुखा रथाः। पर्यरक्षन्त युध्यन्तं वज्रायुधमिवामराः॥ शोणिताक्ता गदां बिभ्रदुक्षितां गजशोणितैः।