Sanjaya said Thereafter king king Duryodhana, having regained his senses, once more opposed the invincible Bhima with a shower of arrows.

Once more uniting together, your sons, all mighty car-warrior, encountering Bhima in battle, begin to fight with him in all earnestness.

The mighty-armed Bhimasena also approaching his chariot mounted on it, and proceeded to that pare of the filed where your sons were.

Taking up a wonderfully tough bow endued with great energy, capable of depriving the enemy of his life, and diversely variegated, he (Bhima) began to pierce your sons with innumerable shafts in that battle.

Then king Duryodhana shortly wounded the mighty Bhima in his very vital parts with a Naracha of exceeding sharpness.

Thus deeply pierced by your son, that fierce bow-man, with eyes red in rage and out of fury drawing his bow-string fiercely.

Pierced Duryodhana on this two arms and breast, with three arrows; but O king, thus struck the latter wavered not, like a monarch of mountains.

Beholding those two enraged heroes strike one another in battle, the younger brothers of Duryodhana, all of whom were ready to lay down lives their in battle.

Bearing in mind their pre-concerted plan of afflicting Bhima of fierce deeds, began with an earnest determination, to strike him (from all sides).

Then the highly powerful Bhima beholding them make towards himself in battle, O monarch, rushed against them like an elephants encountering his compeers.

Then excited to fury, that hero endued with great fame and energy, afflicted your son Chitrasena, O monarch, with a long shaft.

Then in that conflict, O king, the descendant of the Bharata race smote your other sons with diverse kinds of arrows furnished with golden wings and charged with great impetus.

Then those twelve mighty car-warrior including Abhimanyu and others, arranging their troops in proper order,

And being dispatched by the very virtuous king Yudhishthira to follow behind Bhima, encounter, O mighty monarch, your princely sons, all excellent car-warrior.

Beholding those warriors on that chariots resemble the sun or the fire itself in effulgence, beholding all those fierce bow-men of burning effulgence and exceeding beauty,

Shine resplendent in that conflict being decorated with diadems of gold-your sons all endued with great strength abandoned fighting with Bhima. But the son of Kunti was unable to brook the sight of their leaving the combat alive.