Where is that pure white umbrella of yours? Where is that fanning yak-tail also, O king? Where is that vast army of yours now gone, O best of kings?
क्व ते तदमलं छत्रं व्यजनं क्व च पार्थिव। सा च ते महतीं सेनां क्व गता पार्थिवोत्तमा॥