lieth on the ground, deprived of life.  Behold the garland of gold that he still wears on his head, looketh resplendent.  Though the body is being eaten away by beasts of prey, that garland still adorns the fair locks on his head.  Fierce was the battle that took place between this king and Partha, making the very hair stand on end, like that between Shakra and the Asura Vritra.  This mighty-armed one, having fought Dhananjaya, the son of Pritha, and having reduced him to great straits, was at last slain by his antagonist.  He who had no equal on earth in heroism and energy, that achiever of terrible feats in battle, Bhishma, lieth there, deprived of life.  Behold the son of Shantanu, O Krishna, that warrior of solar effulgence, stretched on the earth, like the Sun himself fallen from the firmament at the end of the yuga.  Having scorched his foes with the fire of his weapons in battle, that valiant warrior, that Sun among men, O Keshava, hath set like the real Sun at evening.  Behold that hero, O Krishna, who in knowledge of duty was equal to Devapi himself, now lying on a bed of arrows, so worthy of heroes.  Having spread his excellent bed of barbed and unbarbed arrows, that hero lieth on it like the divine Skanda on a clump of heath.  Indeed, the son of Ganga lieth, resting his head on that excellent pillow, consisting of three arrows,—­becoming complement of his bed—­given him by the wielder of gandiva.  For obeying the command of his sire, this illustrious one drew up his vital seed.  Unrivalled in battle, that son of Shantanu lieth there, O Madhava!  Of righteous soul and acquainted with every duty, by the aid of his knowledge relating to both the worlds, that hero, though mortal, is still bearing his life like an immortal.  When Shantanus son lieth today, struck down with arrows, it seems that no other person is alive on earth that possesseth learning and prowess that is competent to achieve great feats in battle.  Truthful in speech, this righteous and virtuous hero, solicited by the Pandavas, told them the means of his own death.  Alas, he who had revived the line of Kuru that had become extinct, that illustrious person possessed of great intelligence, hath left the world with all the Kurus in his company.  Of whom, O Madhava, will the Kurus enquire of religion and duty after that bull among men, Devavrata, who resembles a god, shall have gone to heaven?  Behold Drona, that foremost of brahmanas, that preceptor of Arjuna, of Satyaki, and of the Kurus, lying on the ground!  Endued with mighty energy, Drona, O Madhava, was as conversant with the four kinds of arms as the chief of the celestials or Shukra of Bhrigus race.  Through his grace, Vibhatsu the son of Pandu, hath achieved the most difficult feats.  Deprived of life, he now lies on the ground.  Weapons refused to come (at last) at his bidding.  Placing him at their head, the Kauravas had challenged the Pandavas.  That foremost of all wielders of weapons was at last mangled with weapons.  As