Your father, that lion among men, was unapproachable: arrows were his fangs, the bow his mouth, the sword his tongue. Today he has been felled by the warrior of Panchala. When the great army of the Pandavas saw him rising up in battle, it trembled, stricken with fear, like a herd of cattle at the sight of a lion. For ten days and nights he defended your army, destroying its foes' ranks; and having accomplished a well-nigh impossible feat, he set like the sun.