then seemed, from affection, to rise a little for receiving that bull among men as he fell down with mangled limbs bathed in blood.  The puissant Shalya, having long enjoyed the Earth like a dear wife, now seemed to sleep on the Earth’s breast, embracing her with all his limbs.  Slain by Dharma’s son of righteous soul in fair fight, Shalya seemed to assume the aspect of a goodly fire lying extinguished on the sacrificial platform.  Though deprived of weapons and standard, and though his heart had been pierced, beauty did not yet seem to abandon the lifeless ruler of the Madras.  Then Yudhishthira, taking up his bow whose splendour resembled that of Indra’s bow, began to destroy his foes in that battle like the prince of birds destroying snakes.  With the greatest speed he began to cut off the bodies of his enemies with his keen shafts.  With the showers of shafts that the son of Pritha then shot, thy troops became entirely shrouded.  Overcome with fear and with eyes shut, they began to strike one another (so stupefied were they then).  With blood issuing from their bodies, they became deprived of their weapons of attack and defence and divested of their life-breaths.  Upon the fall of Shalya, the youthful younger brother of the king of the Madras, who was equal to his (deceased) brother in every accomplishment, and who was regarded as a mighty car-warrior, proceeded against Yudhishthira.  Invincible in battle desirous of paying the last dues of his brother, that foremost of men quickly pierced the Pandava with very many shafts.  With great speed king Yudhishthira the just pierced him with six arrows.  With a couple of razor-faced arrows, he then cut off the bow and the standard of his antagonist.  Then with a blazing and keen arrow of great force and broad head, he struck off the head of his foe staying before him.  I saw that head adorned with earrings fall down from the car like a denizen of heaven falling down on the exhaustion of his merits.  Beholding his headless trunk, bathed all over with blood, fallen down from the car, the Kaurava troops broke.  Indeed, upon the slaughter of the younger brother of the Madras clad in beautiful armour, the Kurus, uttering cries of “Oh!” and “Alas!” fled away with speed.  Beholding Shalya’s younger brother slain, thy troops, hopeless of their lives, were inspired with the fear of the Pandavas and fled, covered with dust.  The grandson of Sini then, Satyaki, O bull of Bharata’s race, shooting his shafts, proceeded against the frightened Kauravas while the latter were flying away.  Then Hridika’s son, O king, quickly and fearlessly received that invincible warrior, that irresistible and mighty bowman, as he advanced (against the beaten army).  Those two illustrious and invincible heroes of Vrishni’s race, Hridika’s son and Satyaki, encountered each other like two furious lions.  Both resembling the sun in effulgence, they covered each other with arrows of blazing splendour that resembled the rays of the sun.  The arrows of those two lions of