competent to vanquish me in fight!  Today I shall vomit that wrath which hath been nursed in my bosom upon Suyodhana, the son of Dhritarashtra, like Arjuna throwing fire on the forest of Khandava!  I shall today pluck out the dart, O son of Pandu, that lay so long sticking to thy heart!  Be happy, O king, after I shall have laid low this wretch with my mace!  Today I shall recover, O sinless one, thy wreath of glory!  Today Suyodhana shall abandon his life breath, his prosperity, and his kingdom!  Today king Dhritarashtra also, hearing of his son’s slaughter, will remember all those wrongs (that he did unto us) arising from the suggestions of Shakuni!” Having said these words that prince of Bharata’s race, possessed of great energy, stood up for battle, like Shakra summoning Vritra (to an encounter).  Unable to endure that summons, thy son, of great energy, proceeded to the encounter, like one infuriated elephant proceeding to assail another.  The Pandavas beheld thy son, as he came armed with mace, look like the crested mountain of Kailasa.  Indeed, seeing that mighty son of thine standing alone like a prince of elephants separated from the herd, the Pandavas became filled with delight.  Standing in battle like a very lion, Duryodhana had no fear, no alarm, no pain, no anxiety.  Beholding him stand there with uplifted mace like the crested mountain of Kailasa, Bhimasena, O monarch, addressed him, saying, “Call to thy mind all those wrongs that king Dhritarashtra and thyself have done unto us!  Recollect what happened at Varanavata!  Recollect how Draupadi, while in her season, was maltreated in the midst of the assembly and how king Yudhishthira was defeated at dice through Shakuni’s suggestion!  See now, O thou of wicked soul, the terrible consequence of those acts as also of the other wrongs that thou didst unto the innocent Parthas!  It is for thee that that illustrious chief of the Bharatas, the son of Ganga, the grandsire of us all, lieth now on a bed of arrows, struck down (by us)!  Drona also hath been slain!  Karna hath been slain!  Shalya of great valour hath been slain!  Yonder Shakuni also, the root of these hostilities, hath been slain in battle!  Thy heroic brothers, as also thy sons, with all thy troops, have been slain!  Other kings also, possessed of heroism, and never retreating from battle, have been slain.  These and many other bulls among Kshatriyas, as also the Pratikamin, that wretch who had seized the tresses of Draupadi, have been slain!  Thou alone art still alive, thou exterminator of thy race, thou wretch among men!  Thee also I shall today slay with my mace!  Of this there is no doubt!  Today, O king, I shall, in battle, quell all thy pride!  I shall destroy also thy hope of sovereignty, O king, and pay off all thy misdeeds unto the sons of Pandu!”