Chapter 46 No.46

Pandavs routed by Bhishma

Ushas with her crimson fingers oped the portals of the day,

Nations armed for mortal combat in the field of battle lay!

Beat of drum and blare of trumpet and the sankha's lofty sound,

By the answering cloud repeated, shook the hills and tented ground,

And the voice of sounding weapons which the warlike arche