That son of yours, O monarch, shone brightly as he went towards Bhishma's tent. Smeared with fragrant sandal paste of the colour of Vandi flowers and of the effulgence of gold, and vested in dirtless raiment's, and proceeding with the playful gait of the lion, O king, Duryodhana appeared beautiful like the bright rayed orb of day in the skies. As that foremost of men (Duryodhana) proceeded towards the tent of Bhishma,
भण्डीपुष्पनिकाशेन तपनीयनिभेन च। अनुलिप्तः पराद्ध्यन चन्दनेन सुगन्धिना॥ अरजोऽम्बरसंवीतः सिंहखेलगतिर्नृप। शुशुभे विमलार्चिष्मान् नभसीव दिवाकरः॥ तं प्रयान्तं नरव्याघ्रं भीष्मस्य शिबिरं प्रति। अनुजग्मुर्महेष्वासाः सर्वलोकस्य धन्विनः॥