fleet steeds of the Kamvoja breed. Then Dhrishtaketu,
that bull among the Chedis, swelling with might, rushed
towards Drona for his own destruction like an insect
upon a blazing fire. Soon he pierced Drona and
his steeds and car and standard with sixty shafts.
And once more he struck him with many other keen shafts
like a man rousing a sleeping tiger. Then Drona,
with a sharp razor-faced arrow winged with vulturine
feathers, cut off the middle of the bow of that mighty
warrior struggling in battle. Then that powerful
., the son of Sisupala, taking
up another bow, pierced Drona with many shafts winged
with the feathers of Kankas and peacocks. Drona
then, slaying with four shafts the four steeds of
Dhrishtaketu, smilingly cut off the head of the latter’s
charioteer from his trunk. And then he pierced
Dhrishtaketu himself with five and twenty arrows.
The prince of the Chedis then, quickly jumping down
from his car, took up a mace, and hurled it at the
son of Bharadwaja like an angry snake. Beholding
that heavy mace, endued with the strength of adamant
and decked with gold, coursing towards him like Death,
the son of Bharadwaja cut it off with many thousands
of whetted arrows. That mace, cut off by Bharadwaja’s
son, O sire, with many shafts, fell down, O Kaurava,
making the earth echo with its noise. Beholding
his mace baffled, the wrathful and brave Dhrishtaketu
hurled a lance and then a dart decked with gold.
Cutting off that lance with five shafts, Drona cut
off that dart also with five arrows. Both those
missiles, thus cut off, fell down on the earth, like
a couple of snakes mangled and torn by Garuda.
The valiant son of Bharadwaja then, in that battle,
sped for his destruction a keen shaft at Dhrishtaketu
who was battling for the destruction of Bharadwaja
himself. That shaft, piercing through the armour
and breast of Dhrishtaketu of immeasurable energy,
entered the earth, like a swan diving into a lake
overgrown with lotuses. As a hungry jay seizes
and devours a little insect, even so did the heroic
Drona swallows up Dhrishtaketu in that great battle.
Upon the slaughter of the ruler of the Chedis, his
son who was conversant with the highest weapons, excited
with wrath, sought to bear the burthen of his sire.
Him also, Drona, smiling, despatched to the abode
of Yama by means of his shafts, like a huge and mighty
tiger in the deep woods slaying an infant deer.
“While the Pandavas, O Bharata, were thus being
thinned, the heroic, son of Jarasandha rushed towards
Drona. Like the clouds shrouding the sun, he
quickly made the mighty-armed Drona invisible in that
battle by means of his arrowy showers. Beholding
that lightness of hand in him, Drona, that grinder
of Kshatriyas, quickly shot his shafts by hundreds
and thousands. Covering (with his arrows) in
that battle that foremost of car-warriors stationed
on his car, Drona speedily slew the son Of Jarasandha
in the very sight of all bowmen. Indeed, Drona,