of arrows.  Shrouded with incessant showers of arrows, the son of Kunti, that mighty-armed and unvanquished descendant of Kuru, became filled with rage.  Then that tiger among men, viz., the son of Indra, desirous of slaughtering thy host, created a thick net of arrows.  Then those warriors of thine, O king, thus slaughtered in battle by that hero, abandoned the ruler of the Sindhus in fear and fled away.  And they fled away in such a manner that no two persons could be seen flying together.  The prowess that we then beheld of Kunti’s son was extremely wonderful.  Indeed, the like of what that illustrious warrior then did had never been nor will ever be.  Like Rudra himself slaughtering creatures, Dhananjaya slaughtered elephants and elephant-riders, horses and horse-riders, and (car-warriors and) car-drivers.  I did not in that battle, O king, see a single elephant or steed or human warrior that was not struck with Partha’s shafts.  Their vision blurred by dust and darkness, thy warriors became perfectly cheerless and unable to distinguish one another.  Urged on by fate and with their vital limbs cut open and mangled with shafts, they began to wander or, limp, or fall down.  And some amongst them, O Bharata, became paralysed and some became deathly pale.  During that terrible carnage resembling the slaughter of creatures at the end of the Yuga, in that deadly and fierce battle from which few could escape with life, the earth became drenched with gore and the earthy dust that had arisen disappeared in consequence of the showers of blood that fell and the swift currents of wind that blew over the field.  So deep was that rain of blood that the wheels of cars sank to their naves.  Thousands of infuriated elephants endued with great speed, O king, of thy army, their riders slain and limbs mangled, fled away, uttering cries of pain and crushing friendly ranks with their tread.  Steeds destitute of riders and foot-soldiers also, O king, fled away, O monarch, from fear, struck with the shafts of Dhananjaya.  Indeed, thy soldiers, with dishevelled hair and deprived of their coats of mail, with blood streaming out of their wounds, fled away in terror, leaving the field of battle.  And some, deprived of the power of motion as if their lower limbs had been seized by alligators, remained on the field.  And others concealed themselves behind and under the bodies of slain elephants Routing thy host thus, O king, Dhananjaya began to strike with terrible shafts the protectors of the ruler of the Sindhus with his arrowy showers, Karna and Drona’s son and Kripa and Salya and Vrishasena and Duryodhana.  So quick was he in the use of weapons that no one could mark when Arjuna took out his arrows, when he fixed them on the bowstring, when he stretched—–­the bow and let them off.  Indeed, while striking the foe, his bow was seen incessantly drawn to a circle.  His arrows also were seen incessantly issuing out of his bow and scattered in all directions.  Then cutting off Karna’s bow as also of Vrishasena’s,