and that stationed between the two hosts, he latter was scorching everything like the Sun himself, smiting down the foremost of Yudhishthira’s combatants, and, in fact, achieving feat on Yudhishthira’s army like unto what happeneth at the end of the Yuga, could not any longer bear it.  Abandoning then, O sire, Partha’s steeds that looked like silver, and filled with wrath, that great lord of Yoga powers jumped down from that great car.  Repeatedly roaring like a lion, the mighty Krishna of great energy and immeasurable splendour, the Lord of Universe, with eyes red as copper from rage, and having his bare arms alone for his weapons, rushed towards Bhishma, whip in hand, desirous of slaying him and seeming to split the universe itself with his tread.  Beholding Madhava in the vicinity of Bhishma and about to fall upon him in that furious battle, the hearts of all the combatants seemed to be in a stupor.  ’Bhishma is slain, Bhishma is slain.’—­These loud exclamations were heard there, O king, caused by the fear inspired by Vasudeva.  Robed in yellow silk, and himself dark as the lapis lazuli, Janarddana, when he pursued Bhishma, looked beautiful as a mass of clouds charged with lightning.  Like a lion towards an elephant, or the leader of a bovine herd upon another of his species, that bull of Madhu’s race, with a loud roar, impetuously rushed towards Bhishma.  Beholding him of eyes like lotus petals (thus) rushing towards him in that battle, Bhishma began to fearlessly draw his large bow.  And with a fearless heart he addressed Govinda, saying, ’Come, come, O thou of eyes like lotus petals.  O God of the gods, I bow to thee.  O best of the Satwatas, throw me down today in this great battle.  O god, slain by thee in battle, O sinless one, great will be the good done to me, O Krishna, in every respect in the world.  Amongst all, in the three worlds, great is the honour done to me today in battle, O Govinda.  Strike me as thou pleasest, for I am thy slave, O sinless one.’  Meanwhile, the mighty-armed Partha. quickly following Kesava behind, seized him by encircling him with his two arms.  That best of male beings, viz., Krishna, of eyes like lotus petals, seized by Partha, still proceeded with great speed, bearing the latter away with him.  The mighty Partha, that slayer of hostile heroes, however, forcibly catching hold of his legs, stopped Hrishikesa with great difficulty at the tenth step.  Then Arjuna his dear friend, filled with sorrow, affectionately addressed Kesava, who was then sighing like a snake and whose eyes were troubled in wrath, saying, ’O thou of mighty arms, stop, O Kesava, it behoveth thee not to make those words false which thou hadst spoken before, viz., I will not fight.  O Madhava, people will say that thou art a liar.  All this burden resteth upon me.  I will slay the grandsire.  I swear, O Kesava, by my weapons, by truth, and my good deeds, that, O slayer of foes, I will do all by which the destruction of my foes may be achieved.