loud and diverse cries, deep as the roar of clouds.  And some amongst the others wandered, and some limped, and some fell down, and some became pale and cheerless.  Thus afflicted by Yuyudhana, with shafts that resembled the sun or fire, that elephant division fled away in all directions.  After that elephant division was exterminated, the mighty Jalasandha, exerting himself coolly, led his elephant before Yuyudhana’s car drawn by white steeds.  Cased in golden Angadas, with ear-rings and diadem, armed with sword, smeared with red sandal-paste, his head encircled with a blazing chain of gold, his breast covered with a cuirass, his neck adorned with a bright chain (of gold), that hero of sinless soul, stationed on the heads of his elephant, shaking his bow decked with gold, looked resplendent, O king, like a cloud charged with lightning.  Like the continent resisting the surging sea, Satyaki checked that excellent elephant of the ruler of the Magadhas that approached him with such fury.  Beholding the elephant checked by the excellent shafts of Yuyudhana, the mighty Jalasandha became filled with rage.  Then, O king, the enraged Jalasandha, pierced Sini’s grandson on his broad chest with some shafts of great force.  With another sharp and well tempered broad-headed arrow, he cut off the bow of the Vrishni hero while the latter was drawing it.  And then, O Bharata, smiling the while, the heroic ruler of the Magadhas pierced the bowless Satyaki with five keen shafts.  The valiant and mighty-armed Satyaki, however, though pierced with many shafts by Jalasandha, trembled not in the least.  All this seemed exceedingly wonderful.  Then mighty Yuyudhana without any fear, thought of the shafts (he should use).  Taking up another bow, addressed Jalasandha, saying, ‘Wait, Wait!’ Saying this much, the grandson of Sini deeply pierced Jalasandha on his broad breast with sixty arrows, smiling the while.  And with another razor-faced arrow of great sharpness he cut off Jalasandha’s bow at the handle, and with three more shafts he pierced Jalasandha himself.  Then Jalasandha, casting aside that bow of his with an arrow fixed thereon, hurled a lance, O sire, at Satyaki.  That terrible lance, passing through the left arm of Madhava in fierce battle, entered the earth, like a hissing snake of gigantic proportion.  And his left arm had thus been pierced.  Satyaki, of prowess incapable of being baffled, struck Jalasandha with thirty keen shafts.  Then mighty Jalasandha taking up his scimitar and large shield made of bull’s hide and decked with a hundred moons whirled the former for a while and hurled it at Satwata.  Cutting off the bow of Sini’s grandson, that scimitar fell down on the earth, and looked resplendent like a circle of fire, as it lay on the earth.  Then Yuyudhana took up another bow capable of piercing everybody, large as a Sala-offshoot, and of twang resembling the roar of Indra’s thunder, and filled with rage, stretched in and then pierced Jalasandha with a single shaft.  And then