as also showers of dust, fell, O Bharata!  These were poured by Maghavat, upon the fall of thy son!  A loud noise was heard, O bull of Bharata’s race, in the welkin, made by the Yakshas, and the Rakshasas and the Pisachas.  At that terrible sound, animals and birds, numbering in thousands, began to utter more frightful noise on every side.  Those steeds and elephants and human beings that formed the (unslain) remnant of the (Pandava) host uttered loud cries when thy son fell.  Loud also became the blare of conchs and the peal of drums and cymbals.  A terrific noise seemed to come from within the bowels of the earth.  Upon the fall of thy son, O monarch, headless beings of frightful forms, possessed of many legs and many arms, and inspiring all creatures with dread, began to dance and cover the earth on all sides.  Warriors, O king, that stood with standards or weapons in their arms, began to tremble, O king, when thy son fell.  Lakes and wells, O best of kings, vomited forth blood.  Rivers of rapid currents flowed in opposite directions.  Women seemed to look like men, and men to look like women at that hour, O king, when thy son Duryodhana fell!  Beholding those wonderful portents, the Pancalas and the Pandavas, O bull of Bharata’s race, became filled with anxiety.  The gods and the Gandharvas went away to the regions they desired, talking, as they proceeded, of that wonderful battle between thy sons.  Similarly the Siddhas, and the Charanas of the fleetest course, went to those places from which they had come, applauding those two lions among men.”

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“Sanjaya said, ’Beholding Duryodhana felled upon the earth like a gigantic Sala uprooted (by the tempest) the Pandavas became filled with joy.  The Somakas also beheld, with hair standing on end, the Kuru king felled upon the earth like an infuriated elephant felled by a lion.  Having struck Duryodhana down, the valiant Bhimasena, approaching the Kuru chief, addressed him, saying, “O wretch, formerly laughing at the disrobed Draupadi in the midst of the assembly, thou hadst, O fool, addressed us as ‘Cow, Cow!’ Bear now the fruit of that insult!” Having said these words, he touched the head of his fallen foe with his left foot.  Indeed, he struck the head of that lion among kings with his foot.  With eyes red in wrath, Bhimasena, that grinder of hostile armies, once more said these words.  Listen to them, O monarch!  “They that danced at us insultingly, saying, ‘Cow, Cow!’ we shall now dance at them, uttering the same words, ‘Cow, Cow!’ We have no guile, no fire, no match, at dice, no deception!  Depending upon the might of our own arms we resist and check our foes!” Having attained to the other shores of those fierce hostilities, Vrikodara once more laughingly said these words slowly unto Yudhishthira and Keshava and Srinjaya and Dhananjaya and the two sons of Madri, “They that had dragged Draupadi, while ill, into the assembly and had disrobed her there, behold those Dhartarashtras slain in battle by the Pandavas through