“Sanjaya said, ’Bhishma and Drona and Kripa and Drona’s son and Karna and Arjuna and Janardana, those thorough masters of the science of weapons, are regarded by thee as the foremost of car-warriors.  Know, however, that Pandya regarded himself superior to all these foremost of car-warriors in energy.  Indeed he never regarded any one amongst the kings as equal to himself.  He never admitted his equality with Karna and Bhishma.  Nor did he admit within his heart that he was inferior in any respect to Vasudeva or Arjuna.  Even such was Pandya, that foremost of kings, that first of wielder of weapons.  Filled with rage like the Destroyer himself, Pandya at the time was slaughtering the army of Karna.  That force, swelling with cars and steeds and teeming with foremost of foot-soldiers, struck by Pandya, began to turn round like the potter’s wheel.  Like the wind dispersing a mass of congregated clouds, Pandya, with his well shot arrows, began to disperse that force, destroying its steeds and drivers and standards and cars and causing its weapons and elephants to fall down.  Like the splitter of mountains striking down mountains with his thunder, Pandya overthrew elephants with their riders, having previously cut down the standards and banners and weapons with which they were armed, as also the foot-soldiers that protected those beasts.  And he cut down horses, and horsemen with their darts and lances and quivers.  Mangling with his shafts the Pulindas, the Khasas, the Bahlikas, the Nishadas, the Andhakas, the Tanganas, the Southerners, and the Bhojas, all of whom, endued with great courage, were unyielding and obstinate in battle, and divesting them of their weapons and coats of mail, Pandya deprived them of their lives.  Beholding Pandya destroying with his shafts in battle that host consisting of four kinds of forces, the son of Drona fearlessly proceeded towards that fearless warrior.  Fearlessly addressing in sweet words that warrior who then seemed to dance on his car, Drona’s son, that foremost of smiters, smiling the while, summoned him and said, “O king, O thou with eyes like the petals of the lotus, thy birth is noble and learning great.  Of celebrated might and prowess, thou resemblest Indra himself.  Stretching with thy two massive arms the bow held by thee and whose large string is attached to thy grasp, thou lookest beautiful like a mass of congregated clouds as thou pourest over thy foes thick showers of impetuous shafts.  I do not see anybody save myself that can be a match for thee in battle.  Alone thou crushest numerous cars and elephants and foot-soldiers and steeds, like the fearless lion of terrible might crushing herds of deer in the forest.  Making the welkin and the Earth resound with the loud clatter of thy car-wheels thou lookest resplendent, O king, like a crop-destroying autumnal cloud of loud roars.  Taking out of thy quiver and shooting thy keen shafts resembling snakes of virulent poison fight with myself only, like (the asura) Andhaka fighting