beholding the earth, that was drenched with the blood flowing from the bodies of men and steeds and elephants, looking like a courtesan attired in crimson robes and floral garlands and ornaments of gold, were unable, O king, to stand there!  Filled with grief at the slaughter of Karna, they indulged in loud lamentations, saying, “Alas, Karna!  Alas Karna!” Beholding the Sun assume a crimson hue, all of them speedily proceeded towards their camp.  As regards Karna, though slain and pierced with gold-winged shafts whetted on stone and equipped with feathers and dyed in blood and sped from gandiva, yet that hero, lying on the ground, looked resplendent like the Sun himself of bright rays.  It seemed that illustrious Surya, ever kind to his worshippers, having touched with his rays the gore-drenched body of Karna, proceeded, with aspect crimson in grief, to the other ocean from desire of a bath.  Thinking so, the throngs of celestials and rishis (that had come there for witnessing the battle) left the scene for proceeding to their respective abodes.  The large crowd of other beings also, entertaining the same thought, went away, repairing as they chose to heaven or the earth.  The foremost of Kuru heroes also, having beheld that wonderful battle between Dhananjaya and Adhiratha’s son, which had inspired all living creatures with dread, proceeded (to their nightly quarters), filled with wonder and applauding (the encounter).  Though his armour had been cut off with arrows, and though he had been slain in course of that dreadful fight, still that beauty of features which the son of Radha possessed did not abandon him when dead.  Indeed, everyone beheld the body of the hero to resemble heated gold.  It seemed to be endued with life and possessed of the effulgence of fire or the sun.  All the warriors, O king, were inspired with fright at sight of the Suta’s son lying dead on the field, like other animals at sight of the lion.  Indeed, though dead, that tiger among men seemed ready to utter his commands.  Nothing, in that illustrious dead, seemed changed.  Clad in beautiful attire, and possessed of a neck that was very beautiful, the Suta’s son owned a face which resembled the full moon in splendour.  Adorned with diverse ornaments and decked with Angadas made of bright gold, Vaikartana, though slain, lay stretched like a gigantic tree adorned with branches and twigs.  Indeed, that tiger among men lay like a heap of pure gold, or like a blazing fire extinguished with the water of Partha’s shafts.  Even as a blazing conflagration is extinguished when it comes in contact with water, the Karna-conflagration was extinguished by the Partha-cloud in the battle.  Having shot showers of arrows and scorched the ten points of the compass, that tiger among men, viz., Karna, along with his sons, was quieted by Partha’s energy.  He left the world, taking away with him that blazing glory of his own which he had earned on earth by fair fight.  Having scorched the Pandavas