Then afraid of that son of Kunti viz., Dhananjaya the owner of cream-coloured steeds and afflicted with his sharp arrows, we then began to fly away from the field of battle.
वयं श्वेतहयाद् भीताः कुन्तीपुत्राद् धनंजयात्॥ पीड्यमानाः शितैः शस्त्रैः प्रद्रवाम रणे तदा।