of Oh! and Alas!  And then, O monarch, my friends filled with sorrow and grief began to weep and wail with heavy hearts!  And delight filled the hearts of the enemies.  And O thou who never waverest, I heard of this after I had defeated the foe!  And then wielding the thunderbolt, that favourite (weapon) of Indra, capable of riving stones, I destroyed that entire mass of crags!  But my steeds, afflicted with the weight of the stones and almost on the point of death began to tremble.  And beholding me, all my friends rejoiced again even as men rejoice on seeing the sun rise in the sky, dispersing the clouds.  And seeing my horses almost in their last gasp for breath, afflicted with that load of stones, my charioteer said unto me in words suitable to the occasion, ’O thou of the Vrishni race, behold Salwa the owner of the car of precious metals sitting (yonder).  Do not disregard him!  Do thou exert thyself!  Do thou abandon thy mildness and consideration for Salwa.  Slay Salwa, O thou of mighty arms!  O Kesava, do not let him live!  O hero, O thou destroyer of those that are not thy friends (enemies), an enemy should be slain with every exertion!  Even a weak enemy who is under the feet of a man endued with strength, should not be disregarded by the latter:  that (shall I say) of one that dareth us to the fight?  Therefore, O thou tiger among men, putting forth every exertion, slay him, O lord, O thou foremost of the Vrishni race!  Do thou not delay again!  This one is not capable of being vanquished by milder measures.  And he cannot in my opinion be thy friend who is fighting thee and who devastated Dwaraka!’ O Kaunteya, hearing such words of my charioteer, and knowing that what he said was true, I directed my attention to the fight (afresh), with the view of slaying Salwa and destroying the car of costly metals!  And, O hero, saying unto Daruka, ‘Stay a moment’ I fixed on my bow-string my favourite weapon of fire, blazing and of celestial origin, of irresistible force, and incapable of being baffled, bursting with energy, capable of penetrating into everything, and of great splendour!  And saying, ’Destroy the car of precious metals together with all those enemies that are in it.’  I launched with the might of my arms and in wrath with mantras, the great powerful discus Sudarsana which reduceth to ashes in battle Yakshas and Rakshasas and Danavas and kings born in impure tribes, sharp-edged like the razor, and without stain, like unto Yama the destroyer, and incomparable, and which killeth enemies.  And rising into the sky, it seemed like a second sun of exceeding effulgence at the end of the Yuga.  And approaching the town of Saubha whose splendour had disappeared, the discus went right through it, even as a saw divideth a tall tree.  And cut in twain by the energy of the Sudarsana it fell like the city of Tripura shaken by the shafts of Maheswara.  And after the town of Saubha had fallen, the discus came back into my hands, And taking it up I once more hurled it with force saying, ‘Go