The hostile kings then inspite of all their endeavours, could not even secure a sight of the handsome Dhananjaya, that foremost of all wielders of weapons, that hero equal to the king of the celestials, that best of men, seen at the same time in all directions on his chariot, shooting his terrible weapons, dancing in the terrace of his car and producing deafening sounds with his bow-string and palms and resembling the mid-day sun of burning rays in the heavens.
तं देवराजप्रतिमं सर्वशस्त्रभृतां वरम्। युगपद् दिक्षु सर्वासु रथस्थं पुरुषर्षभम्॥ निक्षिपन्तं महास्त्राणि प्रेक्षणीयं धनंजयम्। नृत्यन्तं रथमार्गेषु धनुातलनादिनम्॥ निरीक्षितुं न शेकुस्ते यत्नवन्तोऽपि पार्थिवाः। मध्यंदिनगतं सूर्य प्रतपन्तमिवाम्बरे॥