"Flee, Kurus, this cannot be overcome: the gods with Indra strike us for the sake of the Pandavas!" Thus for them, the drowning Bharatas, there was no island of refuge there. While that tumultuous outcry stood, with the army of the Kurus broken, dissolving, with the division of the ranks unclear, one could not tell Kurus from others. In the lawless rout, dread of form, we saw all directions empty; and Karna alone there, o king, I saw, cleaving with his chest that rain of weapons. Then he covered the sky with arrows, fighting against the divine sorcery of the rakshasa; modest, doing a difficult, noble deed, the son of the suta did not lose himself in the clash.