Beholding the illustrious son of Somadatta slain and his head roll on the ground, your troops, O king, greatly frightened, began to fly in all directions.
सौमदत्तेः शिरो दृष्ट्वा निहतं तन्महात्मनः। वित्रस्तास्तावका राजन् प्रदुद्रुवुरनेकधा॥