Those arrows, reaching, the son of Kunti, entered into him, like, O lord, a flight of birds entering a tree bending with the burden of its tasteful fruits.
ते शराः प्राप्य कौन्तेयं समन्ताद् विविशुः प्रभो। फलभारनतं यद्वत् स्वादुवृक्षं विहङ्गमाः॥