with nine shafts, his steeds with eight, his driver with six, his standard with three, and once more Bhima himself with seven.  Then Bhimasena, excited with wrath, piercing with his shafts the very vitals of Durjaya, and his steeds and driver, despatched them of Yama’s abode.  Then Karna, weeping in grief, circumambulated that son of thine, who, adorned with ornaments, lay on the earth, writhing like a snake.  Bhima then, having made that deadly foe of his, viz., Karna, carless, smiling by covered him with shafts and made him look like a Sataghni with numberless spikes on it.  The Atiratha Karna, however, that chastiser of foes, though thus pierced with arrows, did not yet avoid the enraged Bhima in battle.’”

SECTION CXXXIII

“Sanjaya said, ’Then the carless Karna, thus once more completely defeated by Bhima, mounted another car and speedily began to pierce the son of Pandu.  Like two huge elephants encountering each other with the points of their tusks, they struck each other with shafts, shot from their bows drawn to the fullest stretch.  Then Karna, striking Bhimasena with showers of shafts, uttered a loud roar, and once more pierced him in the chest.  Bhima, however, in return, pierced Karna with ten straight arrows and once more with twenty straight arrows.  Then Karna, piercing Bhima, O king, with nine arrows in the centre of the chest, struck the latter’s standard with a sharp shaft.  The son of Pritha then pierced Karna in return with three and sixty arrows, like a driver striking a mighty elephant with the hook, or a rider striking a steed with a whip.  Deeply pierced, O king, by the illustrious son of Pandu, the heroic Karna began to lick with his tongue the corners of his mouth, and his eyes became red in rage.  Then, O monarch, Karna, sped at Bhimasena, for his destruction, a shaft capable of piercing everybody, like Indra hurling his thunderbolt.  That shaft equipped with beautiful feathers sped from the bow of the Suta’s son, piercing Partha in that battle, sank deep into the earth.  Then the mighty-armed Bhima, with eyes red in wrath, hurled without a moment’s reflection, at the Suta’s son, a heavy six-sided mace, adorned with gold measuring full four cubits in length, and resembling the bolt of Indra in force.  Indeed, like Indra slaying the Asuras with his thunderbolt, that hero of Bharata’s race, excited with wrath, slew with that mace the well-trained steeds of the foremost breed, of Adhiratha’s son.  Then, O bull of Bharata’s race, the mighty-armed Bhima, with a couple of razor-faced arrows, cut off the standard of Karna.  And then he slew, with a number of shafts his enemy’s charioteer.  Abandoning that steedless and driverless and standardless car, Karna.  O Bharata, cheerlessly stood on the earth, drawing his bow.  The prowess that we then beheld of Radha’s son was extremely wonderful, inasmuch as that foremost of car-warriors, though deprived of car, continued to resist his foe.  Beholding