Since tremendous is the uproar that is being heard, deep as the roar of the clouds, it is, without doubt, those high-souled ones, viz., Vasudeva and Dhananjaya.  Yonder ascends a cloud of dust that overspreads the welkin like a canopy.  The whole Earth, O Karna, seems to tremble, cut deep by the circumference of Arjuna’s wheels.  These violent winds are blowing on both sides of thy army.  These carnivorous creatures are yelling aloud and these animals are uttering fearful cries.  Behold, O Karna, the terrible and portentous Ketu of vapoury form, making the hair to stand on end, hath appeared, covering the Sun.  Behold, diverse kinds of animals, all around in large packs, and many mighty wolves and tigers are looking at the Sun.  Behold those terrible Kankas and those vultures, assembled together in thousands, sitting with faces towards one another, in seeming discourse.  Those coloured yak-tails attached to thy great car are waving unquietly.  Thy standard also is trembling.  Behold these thy beautiful steeds, of huge limbs and great speed resembling that of soaring birds, are also quivering.  From these portents, it is certain that kings, in hundreds and thousands, O Karna, deprived of life, will lie down on the ground for eternal sleep.  The loud uproar of conchs, making the hair to stand on end, is being heard.  The sound also of drums and cymbals, O son of Radha, is being heard on all sides, as also the whizz of diverse kinds of arrows, and the din made by cars and steeds and men.  Listen also, O Karna, to the loud twang produced by the bow-strings of high-souled warriors.  Behold, O Karna, those banners of Arjuna, that are equipped with rows of bells, and decked with golden moons and stars.  Made by skilful artists out of cloths embroidered with gold and of diverse hues, they are blazing with resplendence on Arjuna’s car as they are shaken by the wind, like flashes of lightning in a mass of clouds.  Behold those (other) banners producing sharp sounds as they wave in the air.  Those car-warriors of the high-souled Pancalas, with flag-decked standards on their vehicles, are looking resplendent, O Karna, like the very gods on their celestial cars.  Behold the heroic son of Kunti, the unvanquished Vibhatsu (Arjuna) with that foremost of apes on his standard, advancing for the destruction of the foe.  There, on the top of Partha’s standard, is to be seen that terrible ape, that enhancer of the fears of foes, attracting the gaze (of warriors) from every side.  The discus, the mace, the bow called Saranga and the conch (called Panchajanya) of the intelligent Krishna, as also his gem Kaustubha, look exceedingly beautiful in him.  The wielder of Saranga and the mace, viz., Vasudeva, of great energy, cometh, urging those white steeds endued with the fleetness of the wind.  Yonder twangs Gandiva, drawn by Savyasaci.  Those whetted shafts, sped by that strong-armed hero, are destroying his enemies.  The Earth is strewn with the heads of unretreating kings, with faces beautiful