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Verily, just as many torrents of rivers flow towards the ocean, even so these heroes in the world of men enter Thy flaming mouths.

As the many torrents of rivers rush toward the ocean, so these heroes of the world of men enter your flaming mouths.

Arjuna reaches for a comparison to make sense of what he sees. The warriors rush into Krishna's blazing mouths as rivers rush toward the sea. The image is both terrible and strangely calm. Rivers do not go to the ocean by force; it is their nature to flow there, and in the ocean they lose their separate names. Many readers find in this a suggestion that death is a return rather than simply a destruction. The heroes, so distinct in life, merge into the single form as streams merge into the sea.