Those shafts, whetted on stone and equipped with the feathers of Kankas and peacocks, cutting through the armour decked with gold of the king passed through his body and entered the Earth in consequence of the force with which they had been shot.  Deeply pierced, O monarch, thy son looked exceedingly beautiful like a gigantic Kinsuka in the season of spring with its flowery weight.  His armour pierced with those shafts, and all his limbs rendered exceedingly infirm with wounds, he became filled with rage and cut off Dhrishtadyumna’s bow, with a broad-headed arrow.  Having cut off his assailant’s bow the king then, O monarch, with great speed, struck him with ten shafts on the forehead between the two eyebrows.  Those shafts, polished by the hands of the smith, adorned Dhrishtadyumna’s face like a number of bees, desirous of honey, adorning a full-blown lotus.  Throwing aside that broken bow, the high-souled Dhrishtadyumna quickly took up another, and with it, sixteen broad-headed arrows.  With five he slew the four steeds and the driver of Duryodhana, and he cut off with another his bow decked with gold.  With the remaining ten shafts, the son of Prishata cut off the car with the upashkara, the umbrella, the dart, the sword, the mace, and the standard of thy son.  Indeed, all the kings beheld the beautiful standard of the Kuru king, decked with golden Angadas and bearing the device of an elephant worked in jewels, cut off by the prince of the Pancalas.  Then the uterine brothers of Duryodhana, O bull of Bharata’s race, rescued the carless Duryodhana who had all his weapons, besides, cut off in that battle.  In the very sight of Dhrishtadyumna, Durdhara, O monarch, causing that ruler of men to ride upon his car quickly bore him away from the battle.

“’Meanwhile the mighty Karna, having vanquished Satyaki and desirous of rescuing the (Kuru) king, proceeded straight against the face of Drona’s slayer, that warrior of fierce shafts.  The grandson of Sini, however, quickly pursued him from behind, striking him with his arrows, like an elephant pursuing a rival and striking him at the hinder limbs with his tusks.  Then, O Bharata, fierce became the battle that raged between the high-souled warriors of the two armies, in the space that intervened between Karna and the son of Prishata.  Not a single combatant of either the Pandavas nor ourselves turned his face from the battle.  Then Karna proceeded against the Pancalas with great speed.  At that hour when the Sun had ascended the meridian, great slaughter, O best of men, of elephants and steeds and men, took place on both sides.  The Pancalas, O king, inspired with the desire of victory, all rushed with speed against Karna like birds towards a tree.  The son of Adhiratha, of great energy, filled with rage, began from their front to strike those Pancalas, with the keen points of his shafts, singling out their leaders, viz., Vyaghraketu and Susharma and Citra and Ugrayudha and Jaya and Sukla and Rochamana and the invincible Singhasena.