Indeed, the shouts of Bhimasena transcended the noise made by the thousands of chargers neighing in (both) the armies.  And hearing those shouts of Bhimasena who was roaring like the clouds, shouts that resembled the report of Sakra’s thunder, thy warriors were filled with fear.  And at those roars of the hero, the steeds and elephants all ejected urine and excreta like other animals at the roar of the lion.  And roaring like a deep mass of clouds, and assuming an awful form, that hero frightened thy sons and fell upon them.[319] Thereupon the brothers, viz., thy sons Duryodhana, and Durmukha and Dussaha, and that mighty car-warrior Dussasana, and Durmarshana, O king, and Vivingsati, and Chitrasena, and the great car-warrior Vikarna and also Purumitra, and Jaya, and Bhoja, and the valorous son of Somadatta, shaking their splendid bows like masses of clouds exhibiting the lightning’s flashes, and taking out (of their quivers) long arrows resembling snakes that have just cast off their sloughs, surrounded that mighty bowman rushing (towards them) covering him with flights of arrows like the clouds shrouding the sun.  And the (five) sons of Draupadi, and the mighty car-warrior Saubhadra,[320] and Nakula, and Sahadeva, and Dhrishtadyumna of Prishata’s race, rushed against (those) Dhartarashtras, tearing them with whetted shafts like summits of mountains with the impetuous bolts of heaven.  And in that first encounter characterised by the awful twang of bow-strings and their flapping against the leathern fences (of the warriors)[321] no combatant, either on thy side or that of the foe, turned back.  And, O bull of Bharata’s race, I beheld the lightness of hand of the disciples of Drona (in particular), who, shooting innumerable arrows, O king, always succeeded in hitting the mark.[322] And the twang of sounding bowstrings ceased not for a moment, and the blazing arrows shot through (the air) like meteors (falling) from the firmament.  And all the other kings, O Bharata, stood like (silent) spectators witnessing that interesting and awful encounter of kinsmen.  And then those mighty car-warriors, with wrath excited and remembering the injuries sustained at one another’s hands, strove in battle, O king, challenging one another.  And the two armies of the Kurus and the Pandavas, teeming with elephants, steeds and cars, looked exceedingly beautiful on the field of battle like painted figures on a canvas.  And then the (other) kings all took up their bows.  And the Sun himself was shrouded by the dust raised by the combatants.  And they fell upon one another, at the heads of their (respective) troops, at the command of thy son.  And the loud uproar made by the elephants and the chargers of those kings rushing to the combat, mingled with the leonine shouts of the combatants and the din made by the blare of conches and the sounds of drums.  And the uproar of that ocean having arrows for its crocodiles, bows for its snakes, swords for its tortoises, and the