All creatures, human beings and others, uttered exclamation of woe, beholding Drona thus brought under Dhrishtadyumna’s power.  Loud cries of Oh and Alas were uttered, as also those of Oh and Fie.  As regards Drona himself, abandoning his weapons, he was then in a supremely tranquil state.  Having said those words he had devoted himself to Yoga.  Endued with great effulgence and possessed of high ascetic merit, he had fixed his heart on that Supreme and Ancient Being, viz., Vishnu.  Bending his face slightly down, and heaving his breast forward, and closing his eyes, and resting ort the quality of goodness, and disposing his heart to contemplation, and thinking on the monosyllable Om, representing.  Brahma, and remembering the puissant, supreme, and indestructible God of gods, the radiant Drona or high ascetic merit, the preceptor (of the Kurus and the Pandavas) repaired to heaven that is so difficult of being attained even by the pious.  Indeed, when Drona thus proceeded to heaven it seemed to us that there were then two suns in the firmament.  The whole welkin was ablaze and seemed to be one vast expanse of equal light when the sun-like Bharadwaja, of solar effulgence, disappeared.  Confused sounds of joy were heard, uttered by the delighted celestials.  When Drona thus repaired to the region of Brahman, Dhrishtadyumna stood, unconscious of it all, beside him.  Only we five amongst men beheld the high-souled Drona rapt in Yoga proceed to the highest region of blessedness.  These five were myself, Dhananjaya, the son of Pritha, and Drona’s son, Aswatthaman, and Vasudeva of Vrishni’s race, and king Yudhishthira the just, the son of Pandu.  Nobody else, O king, could see that glory of the wise Drona, devoted to Yoga, while passing out of the world.  In fact, all human beings were unconscious of the fact that the preceptor attained to the supreme region of Brahman, a region mysterious to the very gods, and one that is the highest of all.  Indeed, none of them could see the preceptor, that chastiser of foes, proceed to the region of Brahman, devoted to Yoga in the company of the foremost of Rishis, his body mangled with arrows and bathed in blood, after he had laid aside his weapons.  As regards Prishata’s son, though everybody cried fie on him, yet casting his eyes on the lifeless Drona’s head, he began to drag it.  With his sword, then, he lopped off from his foe’s trunk that head,—­his foe remained speechless the while.  Having slain Bharadwaja’s son.  Dhrishtadyumna was filled with great joy, and uttered leonine shouts, whirling his sword.  Of a dark complexion, with white locks hanging down to his ears, that old man of five and eighty years of age, used, for thy sake only, to career on the field of battle with the activity of a youth of sixteen.  The mighty-armed Dhananjaya, the son of Kunti, (before Drona’s head was cut off) had said, ’O son of Drupada, bring the preceptor alive, do not slay him.  He should not be slain.’  Even thus all the troops also had cried out.