of the destruction of the universe, I was filled with
fear. Seeing an arrowy net advancing against me,
I baffled it with an arrowy downpour of mine, and
then sent a dozen shafts by which I consumed those
fierce-looking dozen darts of Rama. Then, O king,
the high-souled son of Jamadagni showered on me numerous
fierce-looking darts, furnished with variegated handles
decked with gold, possessed of golden wings, and resembling
flaming meteors! Baffling those fierce darts
by means of my shield and sword, and causing them in
that combat to fall down on the ground, I then, with
clouds of excellent arrows, covered Rama’s excellent
steeds and his charioteer. Then that high-souled
smiter of the lord of the Haihayas, beholding
those darts of mine equipped with gold-decked handles
and resembling snakes emerged out of their holes,
and filled with wrath at the sight, had recourse once
more to celestial weapons! Then swarms of fierce
arrows, looking like flights of locusts fell upon
me and overwhelmed me, my steeds, my charioteer, and
my car! Indeed, O king, my car, horses, and charioteer,
were covered all over with those arrows! And
the yoke, shaft, wheels, and the wheel-spokes of my
car, overwhelmed with that arrowy shower, at once broke.
After that arrowy shower, however, was over, I also
covered my preceptor with a thick shower of arrows.
Thereupon, that mass of Brahmic merit, mangled with
that arrowy downpour, began to bleed copiously, and
continuously. Indeed, like Rama afflicted with
my clouds of arrows, I too was densely pierced with
his arrows. When at last in the evening, the sun
set behind the western hills, our combat came to an
“Bhishma said, ’Next morning, O king,
when the sun rose brightly, the combat between myself
and him of Bhrigu’s race, again, commenced.
Then Rama, that foremost of smiters, stationed on
his quickly-moving car, rained on me a thick downpour
of arrows like the clouds on the mountain-breast.
My beloved charioteer then, afflicted by that arrowy
shower, swerved from his place in the car, filling
me with grief on his account. A total unconsciousness
then came over him. And thus wounded by that
arrowy downpour he fell down upon the earth in a swoon.
And afflicted as he had been by Rama’s shafts,
he soon gave up his life. Then, O great king,
fear entered my heart. And when, on the death
of my charioteer, I was still lamenting for him with
heart unhinged by sorrow, Rama began to shoot at me
many death-dealing shafts. Indeed, even when
endangered at the death of my charioteer I was lamenting
for him, he of Bhrigu’s race, drawing the bow
with strength, pierced me deep with an arrow!
O king, that blood-drinking shaft, falling upon my
breast, pierced me through and fell simultaneously
with my person upon the earth! Then, O bull of
Bharata’s race, thinking I was dead, Rama repeatedly
roared aloud like the clouds and rejoiced exceedingly!