The noise, O foremost of the Bharata race, created by the blowing of conchs, the bear of drums, the roar of elephants and the twang of bows stretched with force, reached the very heavens, O monarch. The tumult, made also by running foot-soldiers and falling weapons.
शङ्खभेरीमृदङ्गानां कुञ्जराणां च गर्जताम्। विस्फारितविकृष्टानां कार्मुकाणां च कूजताम्॥ शब्दः समभवद् राजन् दिविस्पृग् भरतर्षभ। द्रवतां च पदातीनां शस्त्राणां पततामपि॥