Stretchers were carried to the camp swinging with the wounded or dead combatants. On seeing the latter their wives threw dust on their own faces and vociferously lamented their misfortune. They smote themselves and gave vent to imprecations and exclamations of mourning. In fact the entire desert resounded with the wailing cries of the mourners.

in swinging laps are brought frames,
Their views weeps and throw handfuls of dust on themselves,
They weep and cry aloud, the plain all this commotion resounds.

The pouched sheets carrying the braves are swings,
Their wives throw dust in their own faces and cry,
Beating their chest they wail; the battleground thunders
and echoes with cries.