The sun had set a little before. Learning that all your sons had been killed the troops, forming the outposts of the camp, wept aloud.
तत्र गुल्मा: परित्रस्ताः सूर्ये चास्तमिते सति॥ सर्वे विचुक्रुशुः श्रुत्वा पुत्राणां तव संक्षयम्।