And in consequence of those showers of shafts filling the welkin, a continuous and thick gloom was caused there that became unbearable to the other heroes.  And when the shafts of Drona and Sini’s grandson had caused that gloom there, none beheld any cessation in shooting in either of them.  They were both quick in the use of weapons, and they were both looked upon as lions among men.  The sound produced by those torrents of arrows, shot by both striking against each other was heard to resemble the sound of the thunder hurled by Sakra.  The forms of heroic warriors pierced with long shafts looked like those of snakes, O Bharata, hit by snakes of virulent poison.  Brave warriors incessantly heard the twangs of their bows and the sounds of their palms to resemble the sound of thunder falling upon summits of mountains.  The cars of both of those warriors, O king, their steeds, and their charioteers pierced with shafts of golden wings, became beautiful to behold.  Fierce was the downpour, O monarch, of shafts that were bright and straight and that looked resplendent like snakes of virulent poison freed from their sloughs.  The umbrellas of both were cut off, as also the standards of both.  And both of them were covered with blood, and both were inspired with the hope of victory.  With blood trickling down every limb of theirs, they resembled a couple of elephants with secretions trickling down their bodies.  And they continued to strike each other with fatal shafts.  The roars and shouts and other cries of the soldiers, the blare of conchs and the beat of drums ceased, O king, for none uttered any sound.  Indeed, all the divisions became silent, and all the warriors stopped fighting.  People, filled with curiosity became spectators of that single combat.  Car-warriors and elephant riders and horsemen and foot-soldiers, surrounding those two bulls among men, witnessed their encounter with steadfast eyes.  And the elephant-divisions stood still and so also the horse-divisions, and so also the car-divisions.  All stood still, disposed in array.  Variegated with pearls and corals, decked with gems and gold, adorned with standards and ornaments, with coats of mail made of gold, with triumphal banners with rich caparisons of elephants, with fine blankets, with bright and sharp weapons, with yak-tails, ornamented with gold and silver, on the heads of steeds, with garlands, round the frontal globes of elephants and rings round their tusks, O Bharata, the Kuru and the Pandava hosts then looked like a mass of clouds at the close of summer, decked with rows of cranes and myriads of fire-flies (under them) and adorned with rainbows and flashes of lightning.  Both our men and those of Yudhishthira, beheld that battle between Yuyudhana and high-souled Drona; the gods also, headed by Brahma and Soma, and the Siddhas, and the Charanas, and the Vidyadharas, and the great Snakes, saw it, stationed on their foremost of sky-ranging cars.  And beholding the diverse motion, forward and backward, of those