The Panchalas, struck with gold-winged darts of blazing points, shot by your highsouled son armed with a bow, fled away.
पर्यधावन्त पञ्चाला वध्यमाना महात्मना। रुक्मपुखैः प्रसन्नाग्रैस्तव पुत्रेण धन्विना॥