lost their strength.  And some amongst them, O monarch, were inspired with dread, and some lost their senses.  And the ape on Arjuna’s banner, opening his mouth wide, made an awful noise with the other creatures on it, for terrifying thy troops.  Then conchs and horns and cymbals and Anakas were once more blown and beat for cheering thy warriors.  And that noise mingled with the noise of diverse (other) musical instruments, with the shouts of warriors and the slaps of their arm-pits, and with their leonine roars uttered by great car-warriors in summoning and challenging (their antagonists).  When that tumultuous uproar rose there, an uproar that enhanced the fear of the timid, the son of Pakasana, filled with great delight, addressing him of Dasarha’s race, said (these words).’

“Arjuna said, ’Urge the steeds, O Hrishikesa, to where Durmarshana stayeth.  Piercing through that elephant division I will penetrate into the hostile army.’

“Sanjaya continued, ’Thus addressed by Savyasachin, the mighty-armed Kesava urged the steeds to where Durmarshana was staying.  Fierce and awful was the encounter that commenced there between one and the many, an encounter that proved very destructive of cars and elephants and men.  Then Partha, resembling a pouring cloud, covered his foes with showers of shafts, like a mass of clouds pouring rain on the mountain breast.[135] The hostile of car-warriors also, displaying great lightness of hand, quickly covered both Krishna and Dhananjaya with clouds of arrows.  The mighty-armed Partha, then, thus opposed in battle by his foes, became filled with wrath, and began to strike off with his arrows the heads of car-warriors from their trunks.  And the earth became strewn with beautiful heads decked with ear-rings and turbans, the nether lips bit by the upper ones, and the faces adorned with eyes troubled with wrath.  Indeed, the scattered heads of the warriors looked resplendent like an assemblage of plucked off and crushed lotuses lying strewn about the field.  Golden coats of mail[136] dyed with gore (lying thick over the field), looked like masses of clouds charged with lightning.  The sound, O king, of severed heads dropping on the earth, resembled that of falling palmyra fruits ripened in due time, headless trunks arose, some with bow in hand, and some with naked swords upraised in the act of striking.  Those brave warriors incapable of brooking Arjuna’s feats and desirous of vanquishing him, had no distinct perception as to when their heads were struck off by Arjuna.  The earth became strewn with heads of horses, trunks of elephants, and the arms and legs of heroic warriors.  ’This is one Partha’, ‘Where is Partha?  Here is Partha!’, ’Even thus, O king, the warriors, of thy army became filled with the idea of Partha only.  Deprived of their senses by Time, they regarded the whole world to be full of Partha only, and therefore, many of them perished, striking one another, and some struck even their own selves.  Uttering yells of woe,