sons of Pandu.’ Thus addressed by him, the
high-souled son of Ganga, that foremost of all wielders
of weapons, endued with great mental energy, understanding
that Duryodhana was possessed by grief replied unto
him, laughing the while though cheerless, saying,[408]
’Penetrating into (their) army with the utmost
exertions and with my whole soul, O prince, I wish
to give thee victory and joy. For thy sake I do
not at all dissemble. They that have become the
allies of the Pandavas in this battle are fierce and
numerous. Mighty car-warriors of great renown,
they are exceedingly brave and accomplished in arms.
Incapable of being fatigued, they vomit forth their
wrath. Cherishing feelings of animosity towards
thee, and swelling with prowess, they are not capable
of being defeated easily. I will, however, O
king, contend against those heroes with my whole soul
and throwing away my very life. For thy sake,
in battle, O thou of great glory, my life itself shall
today be recklessly exposed. For thy sake I would
consume all the worlds with the celestials and the
Daityas, let alone thy foes here. I will, O king,
fight with those Pandavas, and do all that is agreeable
to thee. Hearing these words, Duryodhana became
inspired with great confidence and his heart was filled
with delight. And cheerfully he ordered all the
troops, and all the kings, (in his army) saying, Advance.
And at that command, O king, his army consisting of
cars, steeds, foot-soldiers, and elephants, began
to advance. And that large force. O king,
armed with diverse kinds of weapons, was exceedingly
cheerful. And that army of thine, O monarch,
consisting of elephants, steeds, and foot-soldiers,
on the field of battle, looked exceedingly beautiful.
And huge tuskers, stationed in large bodies, and skilfully
urged, looked resplendent on the field all around.
And many royal combatants accomplished in diverse weapons
were seen in the midst of thy troops. And the
dust, red as the morning sun, raised by those cars
and foot-soldiers and elephants and steeds in large
bodies as they were duly moved over the field, looked
beautiful, shrouding the rays of the sun. And
the many-coloured banners stationed on cars and elephants,
waving in the air and moving along the welkin, looked
beautiful like flashes of lightning amid the clouds.
And loud and fierce was the uproar made by the twang
of the bows stretched by the kings, resembling the
roar of the ocean while churned in the Krita age by
the gods and the great Asuras. And that army
of thy sons, looking so proud, consisting of (combatants
of) diverse hues and shapes, shouting so fiercely,
and capable of slaying hostile warriors, then looked
like those masses of clouds that appear at the end
of the Yuga.[409]’”