Where the warriors are fighting and the arrows are being discharged, there the warriors get up and their armours, being shattered are falling down.229.
The warriors falling down in the war-arena are ferrying across the ocean of fear and the heavenly damsels roaming in the sky, are wedding the warriors.230.
Listening to the musical instruments of the battlefield, the cowards are running away and abandoning the battlefield, they are feeling shy.231.
The warriors are again rotating and embracing death by fighting, they do not retrace even one step from the battlefield and are ferrying across the dreadful ocean of Samsara by dying.232.
In the dreadful war, the fourfold army was scattered into fragments and because of the infliction of wounds on the bodies of the warriors, their honour and respect declined.233.
Without retracing their steps even slightly, the warriors are fighting and in anger, they are besieging the army.234.