monarch, like a lady shaken with fear. Car-warriors,
mounting on their cars, rushed impetuously, attacking
compeers by their thousands, O king, like crows seizing
winged insects (in the air). Similarly, mighty
elephants with winy exudation down their bodies, pursuing
similar elephants, encountered them, O Bharata, furiously.
So also, horsemen, coming upon horsemen, and foot-soldiers
angrily encountered one another in that battle.
At dead of night, the sound of retreating and the
rushing of troops and of those coming again to the
encounter became deafening. The blazing lamps
also, placed on cars and elephants and steeds, seemed,
O king, large meteors falling from the firmament.
That night, O chief of the Bharatas, lightened up
by those lamps looked like day, O king, on the field
of battle. As the sun, encountering the thick
gloom, destroys it completely, even so the thick gloom
of the battle was destroyed by those blazing lamps.
Indeed, the welkin, the earth, the cardinal and the
subsidiary points of the compass, enveloped by dust
and darkness, became once more illuminated by that
light. The splendour of weapons and coats of mail,
and of the jewels of illustrious heroes, became overshadowed,
by the light of those blazing lamps. During the
progress of that fierce battle at night, none of the
combatants, O Bharata, could know the warriors of
his own side. Sire, O chief of the Bharatas, slew
son, and son, from ignorance, slew sire, and friend
slew friend. And relatives slew relatives, and
maternal uncles slew sisters’ sons, and warriors
slew warriors of their own side, and foes slew their
own men, in that battle, O Bharata. In that dreadful
nocturnal encounter, O king, all fought furiously,
ceasing to have any regard for one another.’”
“Sanjaya said, ’In that fierce and terrible
battle, Dhrishtadyumna, O king, proceeded against
Drona. Holding his formidable bow and repeatedly
stretching his bowstring, the Panchala prince rushed
towards Drona’s car decked with gold. And
as Dhrishtadyumna proceeded for accomplishing the
destruction of Drona, the Panchalas and the Pandavas,
O king, surrounded him. Beholding Drona, that
foremost of preceptors, thus assailed, thy son, resolutely
contending in battle, protected Drona on all sides.
Then those two oceans of troops encountered each other
on that night, looked like two terrible oceans lashed
into fury by tempest, with all living creatures within
them exceedingly agitated. Then the prince of
the Panchalas, O king, quickly pierced Drona in the
chest with five arrows and uttered a leonine roar.
Drona, however, O Bharata, piercing his foe in return
with five and twenty arrows in that battle, cut off,
with another broad-headed arrow, his bright bow.
Forcibly pierced by Drona, O bull of Bharata’s
race, Dhrishtadyumna, quickly casting aside his bow,
bit his (nether) lip in rage. Indeed, O monarch,
the valiant Dhrishtadyumna, excited with wrath, took