Arjuna felled Salya’s driver from his niche in the car, with a broad-headed arrow.  With many arrows that foremost of victors, viz., Dhananjaya, then deeply pierced in that battle Kripa and Aswatthaman, related as uncle and nephew to each other.  Sorely afflicting those mighty car-warriors of thy army thus, the son of Pandu took up a terrible arrow of fiery splendour.  Looking like the thunderbolt of Indra, and inspired with divine mantras, that formidable arrow was capable of bearing any strain.  And it had been always worshipped with incense and garlands of flowers.  Duly inspiring it (by mantras) with the force of the thunderbolt, that descendant, of Kuru, viz., the mighty-armed Arjuna, fixed it on Gandiva.  When that arrow of fiery effulgence was fixed on the bowstring, loud shouts, O king, were heard in the welkin.  Then Janardana, once more addressing Arjuna, quickly said, ’O Dhananjaya, quickly cut off the head of the wicked-souled ruler of the Sindhus!  The sun is about to get at the mountain of Asta.  Listen, however, to the words I say about the slaughter of Jayadratha.  The father of Jayadratha is Vriddhakshatra known all over the world.  It was after a long time that he got Jayadratha, that slayer of foes, for his son. (At the birth of the son) an incorporeal and invisible voice, deep as that of the clouds or of the drum, said unto king Vriddhakshatra.  ’This thy son, O lord, amongst men in this world will become worthy of the two races (viz., the Solar and the Lunar) in respect of blood, behaviour, self-restraint and the other attributes.  He will become one of the foremost of Kshatriyas, and will always be worshipped by heroes.  But while struggling in battle, some bull among the Kshatriyas, some conspicuous person in the world, excited with wrath, will cut off this one’s head.’  That chastiser of foes, viz., the (old) ruler of the Sindhus, hearing these words, reflected for sometime.  Overwhelmed with affection for his son, he summoned all his kinsmen and said, ’That man who will cause the head of my son to fall on the earth while the latter, struggling in battle, will be bearing a great burthen, I say that the head of that man will certainly crack into a hundred pieces.’  Having spoken these words and installed Jayadratha on the throne, Vriddhakshatra, repairing to the woods, devoted himself to ascetic austerities.  Endued with great energy, he is still engaged in the observance of the austerest of penances outside this very Samantapanchaka, O ape-bannered one!  Therefore, cutting off Jayadratha’s head in this dreadful battle, thou, O slayer of foes, shouldst, O Bharata, by thy fierce celestial weapon of wonderful feats, quickly throw that head decked with car-rings upon the lap of Vriddhakshatra himself, O younger brother of the son of the Wind-god!  If thou fellest Jayadratha’s head on the earth, thy own head, then, without doubt, will crack into a hundred fragments.  Aided by thy celestial weapon, do thee deed in such a way that the lord of earth