Vasatiya fell down on the earth, deprived of life.
Beholding Vasatiya slain, many bulls among Kshatriyas
became filled with wrath, and surrounded thy grandson,
O king, from a desire of slaying him. They approached
him, stretching their countless bows of diverse kinds,
and the battle then that took place between the son
of Subhadra and his foes was exceedingly fierce.
Then the son of Phalguni, filled with wrath, cut off
their arrows and bows, and diverse limbs of their bodies,
and their heads decked with ear-rings and floral garlands.
And arms were seen lopped off, that were adorned with
various ornaments of gold, and that Still held scimitars
and spiked maces and battle-axes and the fingers of
which were still cased in leathern gloves. [And the
earth became strewn] with floral wreaths and ornaments
and cloths, with fallen standards, with coats of mail
and shields and golden chains and diadems and umbrellas
and yak-tails; with Upashkaras and Adhishthanas, and
Dandakas, and Vandhuras with crushed Akshas, broken
wheels, and yokes, numbering thousands, with Anukarashas,
and banners, and charioteers, and steeds; as also with
broken cars, and elephants, and steeds. The field
of battle, strewn with slain Kshatriyas endued (while
living) with great heroism,—rulers of diverse
realms, inspired with desire of victory,—presented
a fearful sight. When Abhimanyu angrily careered
over the field of battle in all directions, his very
form became invisible. Only his coat of mail,
decked with gold, his ornaments, and bow and shafts,
could be seen. Indeed, while he slew the hostile
warriors by means of his shafts, staying in their
midst like the sun himself in his blazing effulgence,
none could gaze at him with his eyes.’”
“Sanjaya said, ’Engaged in taking the
lives of brave warriors, Arjuna’s son then resembled
the Destroyer himself, when the latter takes the lives
of all creatures on the arrival of the Universal Dissolution.
Possessed of prowess resembling that of Sakra himself,
the mighty son of Sakra’s son, viz., Abhimanyu,
agitating the Katirava army looked exceedingly resplendent.
Penetrating into the Katirava host, O king, that destroyer
of foremost Kshatriyas resembling Yama himself, seized
Satvasravas, like an infuriated tiger seizing a deer.
Beholding Satyasrayas, seized by him, many mighty
car-warriors, taking up diverse kinds of weapons, rushed
upon him. Indeed, those bulls among Kshatriyas,
from a spirit of rivalry, rushed at the son of Arjuna
from desire of slaying him, all exclaiming, ‘I
shall go first, I shall go first!’ As a whale
in the sea obtaining a shoal of small fish seizes
them with the greatest ease, even so did Abhimanyu
receive that whole division of the rushing Kshatriyas.
Like rivers that never go back when they approach
the sea, none amongst those unretreating Kshatriyas
turned back when they approached Abhimanyu. That
army then reeled like a boat tossed on the ocean when