old. The two sons of Madri, filled with wrath,
fiercely ground with their shafts the Gandhara prince
Sakuni who had offended against them greatly.
The carnage, O monarch, that set in was awful.
Originated by thee, nurtured by Karna, and kept up
by thy sons, the fire of wrath (of the Pandavas) hath
swollen now, O monarch, and is ready to consume the
whole earth. Forced to turn his back on the field
by the two sons of Pandu with their shafts, Sakuni
unable to put forth his valour, knew not what to do.
Beholding him turn back, those mighty car-warriors,
., the two sons of Pandu, once more showered
their arrows on him like two masses of clouds pouring
torrents of rain on a mighty hill. Struck with
countless straight shafts, the son of Suvala fled towards
the division of Drona, borne by his swift steeds.
The brave Ghatotkacha rushed towards the Rakshasa
Alamvusha in that battle, with impetuosity much short
of what he was capable. The battle between those
two became fearful to behold, like that which in days
of yore had taken place between Rama and Ravana.
King Yudhishthira, having in that battle pierced the
ruler of the Madras with five hundred arrows, once
more pierced him with seven. Then commenced that
battle between them which was exceedingly wonderful,
O monarch, which resembled that, in days of yore, between
the Asura Samvara and the chief of the celestials.
The sons Vivinsati and Chitrasena and Vikarna, surrounded
by a large force, battled with Bhimasena.’”
“Sanjaya said, ’When that fierce battle,
causing the hair to stand on end, commenced, the Pandavas
rushed against the Kauravas who had been divided into
three bodies. Bhimasena rushed against the mighty-armed
Jalasandha, and Yudhishthira, at the head of his troops
rushed, in that battle, against Kritavarman.
And Dhrishtadyumna, O king, scattering the shafts,
like the sun shooting his rays, rushed against Drona.
Then commenced that battle between all the bowmen,
eager for the encounter, of the Kurus and the Pandavas,
excited with wrath. And during the progress of
that terrible carnage, when all the warriors were battling
with one another fearlessly the mighty Drona fought
with the mighty prince of the Panchalas. And
the clouds of arrows he shot in that encounter filled
all spectators with wonder. And Drona and the
prince of the Panchalas, cutting off the heads of
men by thousands, scattered them on the field of battle,
making the latter resemble a forest of lotuses.
In every division, were soon strewn on the ground
robes and ornaments and weapons, and standards and
coats of mail. And golden coats of mail, dyed
with blood, looked like clouds charged with lightning.
Other mighty car-warriors, drawing their large bows
measuring full six cubits long, felled with their
shafts, elephants and steeds and men. In that
dreadful encounter of arms between brave and high-souled
warriors, swords and shields, bows and heads and coats