or the vault of the welkin, or all the points of the compass, or the several oceans, or the mountains seemed to split.  Having slain 10,000 kshatriyas, Kunti’s son, that mighty car-warrior, then quickly proceeded to the further wing of the samsaptakas.  Repairing to that further wing which was protected by the Kambojas, Partha began to grind it forcibly with his arrows like Vasava grinding the Danavas.  With broad-headed arrows he began to quickly cut off the arms, with weapons in grasp, and also the heads of foes longing to slay him.  Deprived of diverse limbs, and of weapons, they began to fall down on the Earth, like trees of many boughs broken by a hurricane.  While he was engaged in thus slaughtering elephants and steeds and car-warriors and foot-soldiers, the younger brother of Sudakshina (the chief of the Kambojas) began to pour showers of arrows on him.  With a couple of crescent-shaped arrows, Arjuna cut off the two arms, looking like spiked maces, of his striking assailant, and then his head graced with a face as beautiful as the full moon, with a razor-headed arrow.  Deprived of life, he fell down from his vehicle, his body bathed in blood, like the thunder-riven summit of a mountain of red arsenic.  Indeed, people saw the tall and exceedingly handsome younger brother of Sudakshina, the chief of the Kambojas, of eyes resembling lotus petals, slain and fall down like a column of gold or like a summit of the golden Sumeru.  Then commenced a battle there once more that was fierce and exceedingly wonderful.  The condition of the struggling combatants varied repeatedly.  Each slain with a single arrow, and combatants of the Kamboja, the Yavana, and the Saka races, fell down bathed in blood, upon which the whole field of battle became one expanse of red, O monarch.  In consequence of car-warriors deprived of steeds and drivers, and steeds deprived of riders, and elephants deprived of riders, and riders deprived of elephants, battling with one another, O king, a great carnage took place.  When the wing and the further wing of the samsaptakas had thus been exterminated by Savyasaci, the son of Drona quickly proceeded against Arjuna, that foremost of victorious warriors.  Indeed, Drona’s son rushed, shaking his formidable bow, and taking with him many terrible arrows like the Sun himself appearing with his own rays.  With mouth wide open from rage and with the desire to retaliate, and with red eyes, the mighty Ashvatthama looked formidable like death himself, armed with his mace and filled with wrath as at the end of the Yuga.  He then shot showers of fierce shafts.  With those shafts sped by him, he began to rout the Pandava army.  As soon as he beheld him of Dasharha’s race (Keshava) on the car, O king, he once more sped at him, and repeated showers of fierce shafts.  With those falling shafts, O monarch, sped by Drona’s son, both Krishna and Dhananjaya were completely shrouded on the car.  Then the valiant Ashvatthama, with hundreds of keen arrows, stupefied both Madhava and the son