O great king, it resembled the battle that was fought between Indra and the great host of the Danavas. O descendant of Bharata, loud uproar rose from that mighty army fighting in that battle. It resembled the sound of the roaring ocean. O king, they cut down one another and made the whole field resemble a crematorium strewn with flesh and blood. Impelled by the desire to kill, they could not distinguish friends from foes.
यथेन्द्रस्य महाराज महत्या दैत्यसेनया। तस्य सैन्यस्य संग्रामे युध्यमानस्य भारत॥ बभूव सुमहान् शब्दः सागरस्येव गर्जतः। अन्योन्यं स्म तदा योधा विकर्षन्तो विशाम्पते॥ महीं चक्रुश्चितां सर्वां शशलोहितसंनिभाम्। योधांश्च स्वान् परान् वापि नाभ्यजानञ्जिघांसया॥