But then there was not even a space of two fingers in all his body that was not mangled with shafts. Thus then your father, mangled with keep-pointed dares shot by Phalguna, fail down from his car on the field with his head laid towards the East, a little before sunset before the very eyes of your sons.
न तस्यासीदनिर्भिन्नं गात्रे व्यङ्गुलमन्तरम्॥ एवंभूतस्तव पिता शरैर्विशकलीकृतः। शिताचैः फाल्गुनेनाजौ प्राक्शिराः प्रापतद् रथात्॥ किंचिच्छेषे दिनकरे पुत्राणां तव पश्यताम्।