amī

अमी हि त्वां सुरसङ्घाः विशन्ति केचिद्भीताः प्राञ्जलयो गृणन्ति

amī — these

Here the hosts of gods are entering you. Some, afraid, praise you with folded hands. The great seers and the perfected cry “may it be well” and sing of you in abundant hymns.

अमी च त्वां धृतराष्ट्रस्य पुत्राः सर्वे सहैवावनिपालसङ्घैः

amī — these

And there the sons of Dhritarashtra, all of them, with the hosts of kings, and Bhishma and Drona and Karna too, and the chief warriors of our own side,

यथा नदीनां बहवोऽम्बुवेगाः समुद्रमेवाभिमुखाः द्रवन्ति

amī — these

As the many currents of rivers run toward the sea, so these heroes of the world of men enter your blazing mouths.