तं विराटो ऽन्वयात् पश्चात् सह शूरैर् महारथैः ॥
केकयाश् च शिखण्डी च धृष्टकेतुस् तथैव च ॥
स्वैः स्वैः सैन्यैः परिवृता मत्स्यराजानम् अन्वयुः ॥
ते तु पाटलपुष्पाणां समवर्णा हयोत्तमाः ॥
वहमाना व्यराजन्त मत्स्यस्यामित्रघातिनः ॥
हारिद्रसमवर्णास् तु जवना हेममालिनः ॥
पुत्रं विराटराजस्य सत्वराः समुदावहन् ॥
taṃ virāṭo 'nvayāt paścāt saha śūrair mahārathaiḥ ||
kekayāś ca śikhaṇḍī ca dhṛṣṭaketus tathaiva ca ||
svaiḥ svaiḥ sainyaiḥ parivṛtā matsyarājānam anvayuḥ ||
te tu pāṭalapuṣpāṇāṃ samavarṇā hayottamāḥ ||
vahamānā vyarājanta matsyasyāmitraghātinaḥ ||
hāridrasamavarṇās tu javanā hemamālinaḥ ||
putraṃ virāṭarājasya satvarāḥ samudāvahan ||
Behind him followed Virata, with heroic great chariot-warriors, and the Kekayas, and Shikhandin, and likewise Dhrishtaketu. Those finest horses, the color of patala flowers, carrying [him], shone -- the horses of Matsya, the slayer of foes. And turmeric-colored, fleet horses in golden ornaments, swift, carried the son of king Virata.
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The parade continues, and the account never tires of finding for each man his own color: rosy patala-blossom for Virata, yellow turmeric for his son. Behind this care lies the thought that both father and son, and every warrior, deserve his own word, his own place in memory. It is telling that whole lineages stand together -- Virata with his son -- the bond of generations marching under one banner. The verse teaches that in the righteous cause it is not solitary men who gather, but families and lines, passing valor from father to son; that memory keeps not only the leaders but the younger ones beside them; and that the beauty of this review lies in its fullness, where no one is forgotten and each has his own look and his own color.