son hath been guilty towards you, the wicked-souled Karna of sinful understanding hath been the leader.  I saw the heroic son of Subhadra of eyes like those of a bull, slain by six mighty car-warriors of cruel heart belonging to the Dhritarashtra army.  Grinding those bulls among men, viz., Drona, Drona’s son, Kripa and other heroes, he deprived elephants of their riders and mighty car-warriors of their cars.  The bull-necked Abhimanyu, that spreader of the fame of both the Kurus and the Vrishnis, deprived steeds also of their riders and foot-soldiers of weapons and life.  Routing the (Kaurava) divisions and afflicting many mighty car-warriors, he despatched innumerable men and steeds and elephants to Yama’s abode.  I swear by Truth to thee, O friend, that my limbs are burning at the thought that while the son of Subhadra was thus advancing, consuming the hostile army with his shafts, even on that occasion the wicked-souled Karna was engaged in acts of hostility to that hero, O lord!  Unable, O Partha, to stay in that battle before Abhimanyu’s face, mangled with the shafts of Subhadra’s son, deprived of consciousness, and bathed in blood, Karna drew deep breaths, inflamed with rage.  At last, afflicted with arrows, he was obliged to turn his back upon the field.  Eagerly desirous of flying away and becoming hopeless of life, he stayed for some time in battle, perfectly stupefied and exhausted with the wounds he had received.  At last hearing those cruel words of Drona in battle—­words that were suited to the hour—­Karna cut off Abhimanyu’s bow.  Made bowless by him in that battle, five great car-warriors then, well-versed in the ways of foul warfare, slew that hero with showers of shafts.  Upon the slaughter of that hero, grief entered the heart of everyone.  Only, the wicked-souled Karna and Suyodhana laughed in joy. (Thou rememberest also) the harsh and bitter words that Karna cruelly said unto Krishna in the (Kuru) assembly, in the presence of the Pandavas and Kurus, ’The Pandavas, O Krishna, are dead!  They have sunk into eternal hell!  O thou of large hips, choose other lords now, O thou of sweet speeches!  Enter now the abode of Dhritarashtra as a serving woman, for, O thou of curving eye-lashes, thy husbands are no more!  The Pandavas will not, O Krishna, be of any service to thee today!  Thou art the wife of men that are slaves, O princess of Pancala, and thou art thyself, O beautiful lady, a slave!  Today only Duryodhana is regarded as the one king on earth; all other kings of the world are worshipping the agency by which his administration is kept up.  Behold now, O amiable one, how all the sons of Pandu have equally fallen!  Overwhelmed by the energy of Dhritarashtra’s son, they are now silently eyeing one another.  It is evident that they are all sesame seeds without kernel, and have sunk into hell.  They will have to serve the Kaurava (Duryodhana), that king of kings, as his slaves.’  Even these were the foul words that that wretch, viz., the sinful Karna