Why do those kings fly away?  It is evident that Savyasaci, that foremost of men, is quickly shrouding that host with his shafts.  Behold, those standards, O Visoka, and elephants and steeds and bands of foot-soldiers are flying away.  Behold, these cars, assailed with shafts and darts, with those warriors riding on them, are being scattered, O Suta!  Yonder, the Kaurava host, assailed with the shafts, equipped with wings of gold and feathers of peacocks, of Dhananjaya, and resembling thunderbolts in force, though slaughtered extensively, is repeatedly filling its gaps.  There, cars and steeds and elephants are flying away, crushing down bands of foot-soldiers.  Indeed, all the Kauravas, having lost their sense, are flying away, like elephants filled with panic at a forest conflagration, and uttering cries of woe.  These huge elephants, again, O Visoka, are uttering loud cries, assailed with shafts.”

“’Visoka said, “How is it, O Bhima, that thou dost not hear the loud twang of the yawning Gandiva stretched by Partha in wrath?  Are these two ears of thine gone?  All thy wishes, O son of Pandu, have been fulfilled!  Yonder the Ape (on Arjuna’s banner) is seen in the midst of the elephant force (of the enemy).  Behold, the string of Gandiva is flashing repeatedly like lightning amid blue clouds.  Yonder the Ape on Dhananjaya’s standard-top is everywhere seen to terrify hostile divisions in this dreadful battle.  Even I, looking at it, am struck with fear.  There the beautiful diadem of Arjuna is shining brilliantly.  There, the precious jewel on the diadem, endued with the splendour of the sun, looketh exceedingly resplendent.  There, beside him, behold his conch Devadatta of loud blare and the hue of a white cloud.  There, by the side of Janardana, reins in hand, as he penetrates into the hostile army, behold his discus of solar effulgence, its nave hard as thunder, and its edge sharp as a razor.  Behold, O hero, that discus of Keshava, that enhancer of his fame, which is always worshipped by the Yadus.  There, the trunks, resembling lofty trees perfectly straight, of huge elephants, cut off by Kiritin, are falling upon the earth.  There those huge creatures also, with their riders, pierced and split with shafts, are falling down, like hills riven with thunder.  There, behold, O son of Kunti, the Panchajanya of Krishna, exceedingly beautiful and of the hue of the moon, as also the blazing Kaustubha on his breast and his triumphal garland.  Without doubt, that first and foremost of all car-warriors, Partha, is advancing, routing the hostile army as he comes, borne by his foremost of steeds, of the hue of white clouds, and urged by Krishna.  Behold those cars and steeds and bands of foot-soldiers, mangled by thy younger brother with the energy of the chief of the celestials.  Behold, they are falling down like a forest uprooted by the tempest caused by Garuda’s wings.  Behold, four hundred car-warriors, with their steeds and drivers, and seven hundred elephants and innumerable foot-soldiers and horsemen slain in this battle by Kiritin with his mighty shafts.  Slaughtering the Kurus, the mighty Arjuna is coming towards thy side even like the constellation Citra.  All thy wishes are fulfilled.  Thy foes are being exterminated.  Let thy might, as also the period of thy life, ever increase.”