Jayadratha’s large sword sticking into Abhimanyu’s
shield covered with golden plate, broke, as the ruler
of the Sindhus attempted to draw it off forcibly.
Seeing his sword broken, Jayadratha hastily retreated
six steps and was seen within a twinkle of the eye
to be mounted on his own car. Then Arjuna’s
son also, that combat with the sword being over, ascended
his own excellent car. Many kings, then, of the
Kuru army, uniting together, surrounded him on all
sides. The mighty son of Arjuna, however, eyeing
Jayadratha, whirled his sword and shield, and uttered
a loud shout. Having vanquished the ruler of the
Sindhus, Subhadra’s son, that slayer of hostile
heroes, then began to scorch that division of the
Kaurava army like Sun scorching the world. Then
in that battle Salya hurled at him a fierce dart made
wholly of iron, decked with gold, and resembling a
blazing flame of fire. Thereupon, Arjuna’s
son, jumping up, caught hold of that dart, like Garuda
catching a mighty snake falling from above. And
having seized it thus, Abhimanyu unsheathed his sword.
Witnessing the great activity and might of that warrior
of immeasurable energy, all the kings together uttered
a leonine shout. Then that slayer of hostile
., the son of Subhadra, hurled with
the might of his arms at Salya himself that very dart
of great effulgence, decked with stones of lapis lazuli.
Resembling a snake that has recently cast off its
slough, that dart, reaching Salya’s car slew
the latter’s driver and felled him from his
niche of the vehicle. Then Virata and Drupada,
and Dhristaketu, and Yudhishthira, and Satyaki, and
Kekaya, and Bhima, and Dhrishtadyumna, and Sikhandin,
and the twins (Nakula and Sahadeva), and the five
sons of Draupadi, all exclaimed, ’Excellent!
Excellent!’ And diverse kinds of sounds due to
the shooting of arrows, and many leonine shouts, arose
there, gladdening the unretreating son of Arjuna.
Thy sons, however, could not brook those indications
of the victory of their foe. Then all of them
suddenly surrounded Subhadra’s son and covered
him, O king, with showers of arrows like the clouds
pouring rain on the mountain-breast. Then that
slayer of foes, viz
., Artayani (Salya), wishing
good of thy sons, and remembering the overthrow of
his own driver, rushed in rage against Subhadra’s
“Dhritarashtra said, ’Thou hast, O Sanjaya,
described to me many excellent single combats.
Hearing about them, I envy those that have eyes.
This battle between the Kurus and the Pandavas, resembling
that (of old) between the gods and the Asuras, will
be spoken of as exceedingly wonderful by all men.
I am scarcely gratified by listening to thy narrations
of this stirring battle. Tell me, therefore, about
this combat between Artayani (Salya) and Subhadra’s