The grandsire then repulsed all those arrows as if in sport. He did not aim any shafts at the prince of the Panchalas, but laughingly looked at him now and then.
चक्रे शरविघातं चक्रीडन्निव पितामहः॥ नाभिसंधत्त पाञ्चाल्ये स्मयमानो मुहुर्मुहः।