impetuosity, like that of the Destroyer himself of wide open mouth when he rusheth at the end of the Yuga for exterminating all creatures.  Then, O Bharata, like masses of clouds scattered by the tempest the Bharata host, thus mangled and burnt in that battle by the high-souled Bhima, broke and fled in fear in all directions.  Then the mighty Bhimasena of great intelligence once more cheerfully said unto his charioteer, “Ascertain, O Suta, whether those assembled cars and standards that are advancing towards me, are ours or the enemy’s.  Absorbed in battle, I am unable to distinguish them.  Let me not shroud our own troops with my shafts.  O Visoka, beholding hostile warriors and cars and the tops of their standards on all sides, I am greatly afflicted.  The king is in pain.  The diadem-decked Arjuna also has not yet come.  These things, O Suta, fill my heart with sorrow.  Even this is my grief, O charioteer, that king Yudhishthira the just should have gone away, leaving me in the midst of the enemy.  I do not know whether he, as also Vibhatsu, is alive or dead.  This adds to my sorrow.  I shall, however, though filled with great grief, destroy those hostile troops of great might.  Thus slaughtering in the midst of battle my assembled foes, I shall rejoice with thee today.  Examining all the quivers containing my arrows, tell me, O Suta, ascertaining the matter well, what quantity of arrows is still left on my car, that is, how much of what sort.”

“’Thus commanded, Visoka said, “Of arrows, O hero, thou hast yet 60,000, while thy razor-headed shafts number 10,000, and broad-headed ones number as much.  Of cloth-yard shafts thou hast still 2,000, O hero, and of Pradaras thou hast still, O Partha, 3,000!  Indeed, of the weapons, O son of Pandu, the portion that still remains is not capable of being borne, if placed on carts, by six bullocks.  Shoot and hurl them, O learned one, for of maces and swords and other weapons used with the arms alone, thou hast thousands upon thousands, as also lances and scimitars and darts and spears!  Never fear that thy weapons will be exhausted.”

“’Bhima said, “Behold, O Suta, today this awful battle in which everything will be shrouded with my impetuous arrows sped fiercely from my bow and, mangling all my foes, and in consequence of which the very sun will disappear from the field, making the latter resemble the domains of Death!  Today, even this will be known to all the Kshatriyas including the very children, O Suta, that Bhimasena hath succumbed in battle or that, alone, he hath subjugated all the Kurus!  Today, let all the Kauravas fall in battle or let all the world applaud me, beginning with the feats of my earliest years.  Alone, I will overthrow them all, or let all of them strike Bhimasena down.  Let the gods that aid in the achievement of the best acts bless me.  Let that slayer of foes Arjuna come here now like Sakra, duly invoked, quickly coming to a sacrifice.  Behold, the Bharata host is breaking!