That hero — faithful to his word, wise, mighty, of unfeigned valor, a man of great might — [called forth], as at the end of an age, a dreadful [river], terrible to the timid: a river where armor is the waves and banners the whirlpools, sweeping away banks and men; where elephants and horses are crocodiles, and swords are fish, unapproachable; where the bones of warriors are gravel, dreadful, where kettledrums and mridangas are tortoises; where shields and armor are rafts, terrible, where hair is water-weeds and grass; bearing torrents of arrows, where bows are the very current, swarming with arms like serpents; flowing over the field of battle, a terrible river-host of Kurus and Srinjayas.