indulge, then, in such idle boast? In this world
the ancients witnessed the victory and defeat of the
great Indra himself. O thou of ignoble parentage,
engage thyself with me in an athletic encounter with
bare arms. Even as I slew the mighty Kichaka
of gigantic frame, I would then slay thee in the very
sight of all kings.’ Understanding the motives
of Bhima, Karna, that foremost of intelligent men,
abstained from that combat in the very sight of all
the bowmen. Indeed, having made Bhima carless,
Karna, O king, reproved him in such boastful language
in the sight of that lion among the Vrishnis (viz.,
Krishna) and of the high-souled Partha. Then the
ape-bannered (Arjuna), urged by Kesava, shot at the
Suta’s son, O king, many shafts whetted on stone.
Those arrows adorned with gold, shot by Partha’s
arms and issuing out of Gandiva, entered Karna’s
body, like cranes into the Krauncha mountains.
With those arrows shot from Gandiva which entered
Karna’s body like so many snakes, Dhananjaya
drove the Suta’s son from Bhimasena’s
vicinity. His bow cut off by Bhima, and himself
afflicted with the arrows of Dhananjaya, Karna quickly
fled away from Bhima on his great car. Bhimasena
also, O bull among men, mounting upon Satyaki’s
car, proceeded in that battle in the wake of his brother
Savyasachin, the son of Pandu. Then Dhananjaya,
with eyes red in wrath, aiming at Karna, quickly sped
a shaft like the Destroyer urging forward Death’s
self. That shaft shot from Gandiva, like Garuda
in the welkin in quest of a mighty snake, quickly
coursed towards Karna. The son of Drona, however,
that mighty car-warrior, with a winged arrow of his,
cut it off in mid-air, desirous of rescuing Karna
from fear of Dhananjaya. Then Arjuna, excited
with wrath, pierced the son of Drona with four and
sixty arrows, O king, and addressing him, said, ’Do
not fly away, O Aswathaman, but wait a moment.’
Drona’s son, however, afflicted with the shafts
of Dhananjaya, quickly entered a division of the Kaurava
army that abounded with infuriated elephants and teemed
with cars. The mighty son of Kunti, then, with
the twang of Gandiva, drowned the noise made in that
battle by all other twangings of bows, of shafts decked
with gold. Then, the mighty Dhananjaya followed
from behind the son of Drona who had not retreated
to a great distance, frightening him all the way with
his shafts. Piercing with his shafts, winged
with the feathers of Kankas and peacocks, the bodies
of men and elephants and steeds, Arjuna began to grind
that force. Indeed, O chief of the Bharatas,
Partha, the son of Indra, began to exterminate that
host teeming with steeds and elephants and men.’”