अमी हि त्वां सुरसङ्घा विशन्ति केचिद्भीताः प्राञ्जलयो गृणन्ति ।स्वस्तीत्युक्त्वा महर्षिसिद्धसङ्घाः स्तुवन्ति त्वां स्तुतिभिः पुष्कलाभिः॥
amī hi tvāṃ sura-saṅghā viśantikecid bhītāḥ prāñjalayo gṛṇantisvastīty uktvā maharṣi-siddha-saṅghāḥstuvanti tvāṃ stutibhiḥ puṣkalābhiḥ
Word by word
The verse says
The hosts of gods are entering you. Some, afraid, praise you with their palms together. Crowds of great sages and perfected ones cry out may it be well, and praise you with abundant hymns.
In plain words
Even the gods are frightened.
Kecid bhītāḥ — some of them, afraid, with their hands together.
And the word the sages are calling out is svasti — may it be well. It is what people say when they are not sure it will be.
Where you've felt this · in community
At the first real jolt of turbulence, the cabin goes quiet and then you hear, from three or four rows apart, people saying small things under their breath. Different words in different languages. Everyone is doing the same thing and nobody has coordinated it.
Going deeper
Watching the people you consider steady become frightened is its own kind of information.
Arjuna is not reporting his private panic here. He is reporting that the gods and the great sages — the beings whose composure is definitional — are praying, and some of them are afraid. If they are not equal to this, his own state is no longer evidence of weakness.
The word being called out is worth noticing too. Not praise, not a request for anything specific. May it be well, which is what is left when you do not know what to ask for.
That is where the chapter has arrived. Not a problem anybody is trying to solve, and not yet an explanation. Just a great many beings who can see what is happening, all saying the simplest possible thing at once.