combatants that are great car-warriors were admitted by us after examination.  They are all honoured (by us) with pay as each deserves, and others with agreeable speeches.  There is none, O son, amongst my troops who is not honoured with good offices (done to him).  Each receives his assigned pay and rations according to the character of his services.  In my army, O Sanjaya, there is none who is unskilled in battle, none who receives pay less than what he deserves, or none who does not receive any pay.  The soldiers are adored by me, according to the best of my powers, with gifts and honours and seats.  The same conduct is followed towards them by my sons, my kinsmen, and my friends.  Yet on the very approach of Savyasachin, have they been vanquished by him and by the grandson of Sini.  What can it be but Destiny?  They who are protecting them, all follow the same road, the protected with the protectors!  Beholding Arjuna arrived at the front of Jayadratha, what measure was adopted by my foolish son?  Beholding Satyaki also entering the host, what step did Duryodhana think suitable to that occasion?  Indeed, beholding those two foremost of car-warriors who are beyond the touch of all weapons, enter my host, what resolution was formed by my warriors in battle?  I think, beholding Krishna of Dasarha’s race and that bull of Sini’s race also both engaged for Arjuna’s sake my sons are filled with grief.  I think, seeing both Satwata and Arjuna pass through my army and the Kurus flying away, my sons are filled with grief.  I think, seeing their car-warriors retreat in despair of subjugating the foe and set their hearts upon flying away from the field, my sons are filled with grief.  Their steeds and elephants and cars and heroic combatants by thousands flying away from the field in anxiety, my sons are filled with grief I think, seeing many huge elephants fly away, afflicted with the shafts of Arjuna, and others fallen and falling, my sons are filled with grief.  I think, seeing steeds deprived of riders and warriors deprived of cars by Satyaki and Partha, my sons are filled with grief.  I think, large bodies of steeds slain or routed by Madhava and Partha, my sons are filled with grief.  I think, seeing large bodies of foot-soldiers flying away in all directions, my sons, despairing of success, are filled with grief.  I think, seeing those two heroes pass through Drona’s division unvanquished within a moment, my sons are filled with grief.  Stupefied am I, O son, upon hearing that Krishna and Dhananjaya, those two heroes of unfading glory, have both, with Satwata, penetrated into my host.  After that foremost of car-warriors among the Sinis, had entered my host, and after he had passed through the division of the Bhojas, what did the Kauravas do?  Tell me also, O Sanjaya, how did the battle take place there where Drona afflicted the Pandavas on the field.  Drona is endued with great might, is the foremost of all persons, is accomplished in weapons, and is incapable of being defeated in battle.  How could the Panchalas pierce that great bowman in the fight?  Desirous of Dhananjaya’s victory, the Panchalas are inveterate foes of Drona.  The mighty car-warrior Drona also is an inveterate foe of theirs.  Thou art skilled in a narration, O Sanjaya!  Tell me, therefore, everything about what Arjuna did for compassing the slaughter of the ruler of the Sindhus.’