by which thou seekest safety in flight, are scarcely equal to those of Phalguna in battle that resemble the sun or fire in splendour.  If thy heart is firmly bent on flight, let the sovereignty of the earth then, upon the conclusion of peace, be given to king Yudhishthira the Just.  Before the shafts of Phalguna, resembling snakes freed from their sloughs, enter thy body, make peace with the Pandavas.  Before the high-souled Parthas, slaying thy hundred brothers in battle, wrest the earth by force, make peace with the Pandavas.  Before king Yudhishthira is enraged, and Krishna also, that delighter in battle, makes peace with the Pandavas.  Before the mighty-armed Bhima, penetrating into this vast host, seizes thy brothers, make peace with the Pandavas.  Bhishma formerly told thy brother Suyodhana, ’The Pandavas are unconquerable in battle.  O amiable one, make peace with them.’  Thy wicked brother Suyodhana however, did not do it.  Therefore, setting thy heart firmly on battle, fight vigorously with the Pandavas.  Go quickly on thy car to the spot where Satyaki is.  Without thee, O Bharata, this host will fly away.  For the sake of thy own self, fight in battle with Satyaki, of prowess incapable of being baffled.’  Thus addressed (by Drona), thy son said not a word in reply.  Feigning not to have heard the words (of Bharadwaja’s son), Duhsasana proceeded to the place where Satyaki was.  Accompanied by a large force of unretreating Mlecchas, and coming upon Satyaki in battle, Duhsasana fought vigorously with that hero.  Drona also, that foremost of car-warriors, excited with wrath, rushed against the Panchalas and the Pandavas, with moderate speed.  Penetrating into the midst of the Pandava host in that battle, Drona began to crush their warriors by hundreds and thousands.  And Drona, O king, proclaiming his name in that battle, caused a great carnage among the Pandavas, the Panchalas, and the Matsyas.  The illustrious Viraketu, the son of the ruler of the Panchalas, rushed against the son of Bharadwaja who thus engaged in vanquishing the Pandava ranks.  Piercing Drona with five straight shafts, that prince then pierced Drona’s standard with one shaft, and then his charioteer with seven.  The sight that I then beheld, O monarch, in that battle, was exceedingly wonderful, inasmuch as Drona, though exerting himself vigorously could not approach the prince of the Panchalas.  Then, O sire, the Panchalas, beholding Drona checked in battle, surrounded the latter on all sides, O king, from desire of king Yudhishthira’s victory.  And those warriors then covered Drona along with showers of fiery shafts and strong lances and various other kinds of weapons, O king!  Baffling then those dense showers of weapons by means of his own numerous shafts like the wind driving away from the welkin masses of clouds, Drona looked exceedingly resplendent.  Then that slayer of hostile heroes (the son of Bharadwaja), aimed a fierce shaft endued with the effulgence of the sun or the fire, at the