sparks of fire was produced by that clash of the two maces which resembled the clash of two thunder-bolts from opposite directions.  Hurled by Bhimasena, his impetuous mace, as it fell down, caused the very earth to tremble.  The Kuru prince could not brook to see his own mace thus baffled in that attack.  Indeed, he became filled with rage like an infuriated elephant at the sight of a rival elephant.  Adopting the left mandala, O monarch, and whirling his mace, Suyodhana then, firmly resolved, struck the son of Kunti on the head with his weapon of terrible force.  Thus struck by thy son, Bhima, the son of Pandu, trembled not, O monarch, at which all the spectators wondered exceedingly.  That amazing patience, O king, of Bhimasena, who stirred not an inch though struck so violently, was applauded by all the warriors present there.  Then Bhima of terrible prowess hurled at Duryodhana his own heavy and blazing mace adorned with gold.  That blow the mighty and fearless Duryodhana warded off by his agility.  Beholding this, great was the wonder that the spectators felt.  That mace, hurled by Bhima, O king, as it fell baffled of effect, produced a loud sound like that of the thunderbolt and caused the very earth to tremble.  Adopting the manoeuvre called Kausika, and repeatedly jumping up, Duryodhana, properly marking the descent of Bhima’s mace, baffled the latter.  Baffling Bhimasena thus, the Kuru king, endued with great strength, at last in rage struck the former on the chest.  Struck very forcibly by thy son in that dreadful battle, Bhimasena became stupefied and for a time knew not what to do.  At that time, O king, the Somakas and the Pandavas became greatly disappointed and very cheerless.  Filled with rage at that blow, Bhima then rushed at thy son like an elephant rushing against an elephant.  Indeed, with uplifted mace, Bhima rushed furiously at Duryodhana like a lion rushing against a wild elephant.  Approaching the Kuru king, the son of Pandu, O monarch, accomplished in the use of the mace, began to whirl his weapon, taking aim at thy son.  Bhimasena then struck Duryodhana on one of his flanks.  Stupefied at that blow, the latter fell down on the earth, supporting himself on his knees.  When that foremost one of Kuru’s race fell upon his knees, a loud cry arose from among the Srinjayas, O ruler of the world!  Hearing that loud uproar of the Srinjayas, O bull among men, thy son became filled with rage.  The mighty-armed hero, rising up, began to breathe like a mighty snake, and seemed to burn Bhimasena by casting his glances upon him.  That foremost one of Bharata’s race then rushed at Bhimasena, as if he would that time crush the head of his antagonist in that battle.  The high-souled Duryodhana of terrible prowess then struck the high-souled Bhimasena on the forehead.  The latter, however, moved not an inch but stood immovable like a mountain.  Thus struck in that battle, the son of Pritha, O monarch, looked beautiful, as he bled profusely, like an elephant of rent temples