They could therefore only remaining on the field of
battle look on like spectators in a place of amusement,
cheering me on by shouts loud as the roar of the lion,
and also by the sound of their clapping. And the
tinted arrows shot by the fore-part of hand penetrated
into the bodies of the Danavas like biting insects.
And then arose cries in the car of precious metals
from those that were dying of wounds by those sharp
arrows and falling into the waters of the mighty ocean.
And the Danavas deprived of their arms, necks, and
wearing the form of Kavandhas,—fell, sending
up tremendous roars. And as they fell they were
devoured by animals living in the waters of the ocean.
And then I powerfully blew the Panchajanya obtained
from the waters and graceful as the lotus-stalk and
white as milk or the Kunda flower or the moon or silver.
And seeing his soldiers fall, Salwa the possessor
of the car of precious metals, began to fight with
the help of illusion. And then he began to ceaselessly
hurl at me maces, and ploughshares, and winged darts
and lances, and javelins, and battle-axes, and swords
and arrows blazing like javelins and thunderbolts,
and nooses, and broad swords, and bullets from barrels,
and shafts, and axes, and rockets. And permitting
them to come towards me, I soon destroyed them all
by counter-illusion. And on this illusion being
rendered ineffectual, he began the contest with mountain
peaks. And, O Bharata, then there was darkness
and light alternately, and the day was now fair, and
now gloomy, and now hot, and now cold. And there
was a perfect shower of coals, and ashes, and weapons.
And creating such illusion the enemy fought with me.
And ascertaining it I destroyed his illusion by counter-illusion.
And in the due time I showered arrows all round.
And then, O mighty king, the dome of heaven blazed
as with a hundred suns, and, O son of Kunti with one
hundred moons, and thousands and ten thousands of
stars! And then none could ascertain whether it
was day or night, or distinguish the points of the
horizon. And, becoming bewildered, I fixed on
my bowstring the weapon called Pragnastra. And,
O son of Kunti, the weapon went like unto flakes of
pure cotton blown away by the winds! And a great
fight took place, calculated to make the down on one’s
body stand on end. And O best of monarchs, having
regained, light, I again fought with the enemy!’”
“Vasudeva said, ’O thou tiger among men,
my great enemy king Salwa, thus encountered by me
in battle, again ascended the sky. And O mighty
monarch, inspired with the desire of victory, that
wicked one hurled at me Sataghnis, and mighty maces,
and flaming lances, and stout clubs, and as the weapons
came along the sky, I speedily resisted them with my
swift arrows, and cut them in two or three pieces
before they came at me. And there was a great
noise in the welkins. And Salwa covered Daruka,
and my steeds, and my car also with hundreds of straight