O king, that standard stood on the chariot of that hero, tinkling with the sound of a hundred bells. Then O monarch, in that battle with that huge standard, that foremost of the Kurus viz., your son appeared highly beautiful.
किंकिणीशतसंहादो भ्राजंचित्रो रथोत्तमे। व्यभ्राजत भृशं राजन् पुत्रस्तव विशाम्पते॥ ध्वजेन महता संख्ये कुरूणामृषभस्त