and strong, and drawing out of his quiver a strong, whetted, well-tempered, sharp and broad-headed arrow, and fixing it on his string, and carefully aiming it-at Drupada, he let it off with great force, inspiring all the Somakas with fear.  That arrow, piercing through the breast of Drupada, fell on the surface of the earth.  The king (of the Panchalas), then, thus pierced through with Vrishasena’s arrow, swooned away.  His driver, then, recollecting his own duty, bore him away from the field.  After the retreat, O monarch, of that mighty car-warrior of the Panchalas, the (Kaurava) army, on that terrible night, rushed furiously against Drupada’s troops whose coats of mail had been cut off by means of the arrows of the foe.  In consequence of the blazing lamps dropped by the combatants all around, the earth, O king, looked beautiful like the cloudless firmament bespangled with planets and stars.  With the fallen Angadas of the combatants, the earth looked resplendent, O king, like a mass of clouds in the rainy season with flashes of lightning.  Afflicted with the fear of Karna’s son, the Panchalas fled away on all sides, like the Danavas from fear of Indra in the great battle of yore between the gods and the Asuras.  Thus afflicted in battle by Vrishasena, the Panchalas and the Somakas, O monarch, illumined by lamps, looked exceedingly beautiful.[225] Having vanquished them in battle, Karna’s son looked beautiful like the son, O Bharata, when he reaches the meridian.  Amongst all those thousands of kings of thy side and their the valiant Vrishasena then seemed to be the only resplendent luminary.  Having defeated in battle many heroes and all the mighty car-warriors among the Somakas, he quickly proceeded, O king, to the spot where king Yudhishthira was stationed.

“Thy son Duhsasana proceeded against that mighty car-warrior, viz., Prativindhya, who was advancing (against Drona), scorching his foes in battle.  The encounter that took place between them, O king, looked beautiful, like that of Mercury and Venus in the cloudless firmament.  Duhsasana pierced Prativindhya, who was accomplishing fierce feats in battle, with three arrows on the forehead.  Deeply pierced by that mighty bowman, thy son, Prativindhya, O monarch, looked beautiful like a crested hill.  The mighty car-warrior Prativindhya, then, piercing Duhsasana with three arrows, once more pierced him with seven, Thy son, then, O Bharata, achieved there an exceedingly difficult feat, for he felled Prativindhya’s steeds with many arrows.  With another broad-headed arrow he also felled the latter’s driver, and then his standard.  And then he cut off, O king, into a thousand fragments the car of Prativindhya, armed with the bow.  Excited with rage, O lord, thy son also cut off, with his straight shafts, into numberless fragments the banner, the quivers, the strings, and the traces (of his antagonist’s car).  Deprived of his car, the virtuous Prativindhya stood, bow in hand, and contended with thy son scattering