in hue and possessed of great speed and endued with the splendour of the Moon or the Kasa grass, and that run devouring the skies, are yoked unto his car.  Urged on by Krishna, like the masses of clouds driven by the wind, and their limbs decked with gold, they bear Arjuna to battle.  That foremost of all persons conversant with arms, Arjuna, burned that great force of thine like a swelling conflagration consuming dry grass in the forest in the season of winter.  Possessed of the splendour of Indra himself, while penetrating into our ranks, we have seen Dhananjaya to look like an elephant with four tusks.  While agitating thy army and inspiring the kings with fear, we have seen Dhananjaya to resemble an elephant agitating a lake overgrown with lotuses.  While terrifying all the warriors with the twang of his bow, we have again seen the son of Pandu to resemble a lion inspiring smaller animals with dread.  Those two foremost of bowmen in all the worlds, those two bulls among all persons armed with the bow, the two Krishnas, clad in mail, are looking exceedingly beautiful.  Today is the seventeenth day of this awful battle, O Bharata, of those that are being slaughtered in the midst of this fight.  The diverse divisions of thy army are broken and dispersed like autumnal clouds dispersed by the wind.  Savyasaci, O monarch, caused thy army to tremble and reel like a tempest-tossed boat exposed on the bosom of the ocean.  Where was the Suta’s son, where was Drona with all his followers, where was I, where wert thou, where was Hridika’s son, where thy brother Duhshasana accompanied by his brothers (when Jayadratha was slain)?  Upon beholding Jayadratha and finding him within the range of his arrows, Arjuna, putting forth his process upon all thy kinsmen and brothers and allies and maternal uncles, and placing his feet upon their heads, slew king Jayadratha in the very sight of all.  What then is there for us to do now?  Who is there among thy troops now that would vanquish the son of Pandu?  That high-souled warrior possesses diverse kinds of celestial weapons.  The twang, again, of Gandiva robbeth us of our energies.  This army of thine that is now without a leader is like a night without the Moon, or like a river that is dried up with all the trees on its banks broken by elephants.  The mighty-armed Arjuna of white steeds will, at his pleasure, career amid this thy masterless host, like a blazing conflagration amid a heap of grass.  The impetuosity of those two, Satyaki and Bhimasena, would split all the mountains or dry up all the oceans.  The words that Bhima spoke in the midst of the assembly have all been nearly accomplished by him, O monarch.  That which remains unaccomplished will again be accomplished by him.  While Karna was battling before it, the army of the Pandavas, difficult to be defeated, was vigorously protected by the wielder of Gandiva.  You have done many foul wrongs, without any cause, unto the righteous Pandavas.  The fruits of those