then four other arrows.  These tour arrows slew the steeds of Kritavarman, and the other cut off Kritavarman’s bow.  Then Satyaki pierced the charioteer of his foe and those that protected the latter’s rear, with many keen shafts, to afflict his antagonist’s forces.  The hostile division then, afflicted with Satyaki’s arrows, broke down.  Thereupon, Satyaki of prowess incapable of being baffled, quickly proceeded on his way.  Hear now, O king, what that hero of great valour then did unto thy troops.  Having, O monarch, forded the ocean constituted by Drona’s division, and filled with joy at having vanquished Kritavarman in battle, that hero then addressed his charioteer, saying, ‘Proceed slowly without fear.’  Beholding, however, that army of thine that abounded with cars, steeds, elephants and foot-soldiers, Satyaki once more told his charioteer, ’That large division which thou seest on left of Drona’s host, and which looks dark as the clouds, consists of the elephants (of the foe).  Rukmaratha is its leader.  Those elephants are many, O charioteer, and are difficult of being resisted in battle.  Urged by Duryodhana, they wait for me, prepared to cast away their lives.  All those combatants are of princely birth, and great bowmen, and capable of displaying great prowess in battle, belonging to the country of the Trigartas, they are all illustrious car-warriors, owning standards decked with gold.  Those brave warriors are waiting, desirous of battle with me.  Urge the steeds quickly, O charioteer and take me thither.  I shall fight with the Trigartas in the very sight of Bharadwaja’s son.’  Thus addressed, the charioteer, obedient to Satwata’s will, proceeded slowly.  Upon that bright car of solar effulgence, equipped with standard, those excellent steeds harnessed thereto and perfectly obedient to the driver, endued with speed of the wind, white as the Kunda flower, or the moon, or silver, bore him (to that spot).  As he advanced to battle, drawn by those excellent steeds of the hue of a conch, those brave warriors encompassed him on all sides with their elephants, scattering diverse kinds of keen arrows capable of easily piercing everything.  Satwata also fought with that elephant division, shooting his keen shafts, like a mighty cloud at the end of summer pouring torrents of rain on a mountain breast.  Those elephants slaughtered with those shafts, whose touch resembled thunder sped by that foremost one among the Sinis began to fly away from the field, their tusks broken, bodies covered with blood, heads and frontal globes split open, ears and faces and trunks cut off, and themselves deprived of riders, and standards cut down, riders slain, and blankets loosened, ran away, O king, in all directions.  Many amongst them, O monarch, mangled by Satwata with long shafts and calf-tooth-headed arrows and broad-headed arrows and Anjalikas and razor-faced arrows and crescent-shaped ones fled away, with blood flowing down their bodies, and themselves ejecting urine and excreta and uttering