flames, that seems ready to consume the whole Earth, I shall, with my showers of arrows, extinguish the son of Kunti in battle.  With my broad-headed shafts I shall still the son of Kunti, that terrible snake of virulent poison, that is exceedingly difficult of being captured, that is endued with keen fangs, that is even like a blazing fire that flames up in wrath, and that always consumes his foes.  Like Himavat bearing the mighty, all-crushing, fierce and smiting god of wind, I shall, without moving, bear the angry and vindictive Dhananjaya.  I shall resist in battle Dhananjaya, that foremost of all wielders of bows in the world, that hero in fight, that warrior who is always in the van and who is competent to meet all foes, that car-warrior who is conversant with all car-tracks.  Today I shall fight in battle with that person who hath, I think, no equal among men wielding the bow and who conquered the entire Earth.  What other man desirous of saving his life, except myself, will fight with that Savyasaci, who vanquished all creatures including the very gods in the country called Khandava?  Arjuna is proud; his weapons strike deep; he is endued with great lightness of hands; he is conversant with steeds; he agitates vast hosts; he is regarded an Atiratha.  Though such, I shall yet, with my sharp shafts, strike his head from off his trunk today.  O Shalya, ever keeping Death or victory in battle before me, I shall today fight with Dhananjaya.  There is none else save myself that would on a single car fight with that Pandava who resembles the destroyer himself.  I myself will gladly speak of the prowess of Phalguna in the midst of an assembly of kshatriyas.  Why however, dost thou, a fool as thou art and of foolish understanding, speak to me of Phalguna’s prowess?  Thou art a doer of disagreeable deeds.  Thou art cruel and mean and being thyself unforgiving, thou art a detractor of one that is forgiving.  I can slay a hundred persons like thee, but I forgive thee in consequence of my forgiving disposition, owing to the exigency of the times.  Thou art of sinful deeds.  Like a fool thou hast, for the sake of Pandu’s son, rebuked me and told me many disagreeable things.  Crooked-hearted as thou art, thou hast said all these words unto me, that am of a sincere heart.  Cursed art thou for thou art an injurer of friends,—­of friends, because friendship is seven-paced.  Terrible is the hour that is now passing.  Duryodhana hath himself come to battle.  I am solicitous of seeing his purposes achieved.  Thou, however, art acting in such a way that it shows thee to have no friendship (for the Kuru king)!  He is a friend who shows affection for another, who gladdens another, who makes himself agreeable to another, who protects another, who honours another, and who rejoices in the joys of another.  I tell thee that I have all those attributes, and the king himself knows all this.  He, on the other hand, that destroys, chastises, sharpens his weapons, injures, causes us to sigh, makes us cheerless, and