Coursed in continuous lines towards the chariot of Bhima; those gold-decked arrows hurled by Karna, while ranging through the skies in large numbers, looked beautiful like continuous fights of locusts. The shaAs shot from the bow of the son of Adhiratha, as they flew through the heavens, appeared like one long arrows poised in the sky. Like a cloud covering the mountain breast with torrents of rain.
अजस्रमपतन् बाणा भीमसेनस्थं प्रति। ते व्योम्नि रुक्मविकृता व्यकाशन्त सहस्रशः॥ शलभानामिव वाताः शराः कर्णसमीरिताः। चापादाधिरथेर्बाणा: प्रपतन्तश्चकाशिरे॥ एको दीर्घ इवात्यर्थमाकाशे संस्थितः शरः। पर्वतं वारिधाराभिश्छादयन्निव तोयदः॥