of exceedingly wicked heart, spoke on that occasion, in thy hearing, O Bharata!  Let gold-decked shafts whetted on stone and capable of taking the life of him at whom they are sped, shot by thee, quench (the fire of) those words and all the other wrongs that that wicked-souled wight did unto thee.  Let thy shafts quench all those wrongs and the life also of that wicked wight.  Feeling the touch of terrible arrows sped from Gandiva, let the wicked-souled Karna recollect today the words of Bhishma and Drona!  Let foe-killing cloth-yard shafts, equipped with the effulgence of lightning, shot by thee, pierce his vital limbs and drink his blood!  Let fierce and mighty shafts, of great impetuosity, sped by thy arms, penetrate the vitals of Karna today and despatch him to Yama’s abode.  Let all the kings of the earth, cheerless and filled with grief and uttering wails of woe, behold Karna fall down from his car today, afflicted with thy arrows.  Let his kinsmen, with cheerless faces, behold Karna today, fallen down and stretched at his length on the earth, dipped in gore and with his weapons loosened from his grasp!  Let the lofty standard of Adhiratha’s son, bearing the device of the elephant’s rope, fall fluttering on the earth, cut off by thee with a broad-headed arrow.  Let Shalya fly away in terror, abandoning the gold-decked car (he drives) upon seeing it deprived of its warrior and steeds and cut off into fragments with hundreds of shafts by thee.  Let thy enemy Suyodhana today, beholding Adhiratha’s son slain by thee, despair of both his life and kingdom.  Yonder, O Partha, Karna, equal unto Indra in energy, or, perhaps, Sankara himself, is slaughtering thy troops with his shafts.  There the Pancalas, though slaughtered by Karna with his whetted shafts, are yet, O chief of Bharata’s race, rushing (to battle), for serving the cause of the Pandavas.  Know, O Partha, that is prevailing over the Pancalas, and the (five) sons of Draupadi, and Dhrishtadyumna and Shikhandi, and the sons of Dhrishtadyumna, and Satanika, the son of Nakula, and Nakula himself, and Sahadeva, and Durmukha, and Janamejaya, and Sudharman, and Satyaki!  The loud uproar made by those allies of thine, viz., the Pancalas, O scorcher of foes, as they are being struck by Karna in dreadful battle, is heard.  The Pancalas have not at all been inspired with fear, nor do they turn away their faces from the battle.  Those mighty bowmen are utterly reckless of death in great battle.  Encountering even that Bhishma who, single-handed, had encompassed the Pandava army with a cloud of shafts, the Pancalas did not turn away their faces from him.  Then again, O chastiser of foes, they always strove with alacrity to vanquish forcibly in battle their great foe, viz., the invincible Drona, that preceptor of all wielders of the bow, that blazing fire of weapons, that hero who always burnt his foes in battle.  They have never turned their faces from battle, afraid of Adhiratha’s son.  The heroic Karna, however,