Sanjaya said 0 monarch, that impetuous elephant squadron of yours fought everywhere getting the better of the Pandava army.

The Panchalas and the Kauravas, determined to go to the next world, that is, the great region of Yama, fought with one another.

Heroes encounter (rival) heroes smote one another with arrows, lances and darts and quickly sent one another of the region of Yama.

Car-warriors were engaged in terrible battle, cause a dreadful flow of blood against (rival) car-warriors and smote one another.

Furious elephants mad with rage, O mighty monarch, advancing against one another, mangled one another with tusks.

In that dreadful encounter horsemen solicitous of high renown, pierced (rival) horsemen with spears, darts and battle-axes.

O mighty-armed one, O tormentor of foes, hundreds of foot-soldiers armed with weapons rushed against one another with vigorous efforts.

And, O worshipful sire, (in that terrible encounter) we could only distinguish the Kurus from the Panchalas by the names of their (respective) clans and families which we heard them utter.

The warrior moving about fearlessly on the field of battle sent one another to the next world by arrows, darts and battle-axes.

The sun having gone down, the arrows, O king, shot by thousands by them, did no longer illuminate the ten points as before.

The Pandava army, 0 Bharata being thus engaged in battle Duryodhana penetrated into them, Oking.

Afflicted with great sorrow at the destruction of the king of Sindhu and determined to sacrifice his life, he entered into the enemy's army.

Causing the earth to tremble and resound with the rattle of his car, your son rushed against the Pandava army.

O Bharata, that dreadful clash between him and them caused a terrible slaughter of all the troops.

As the noon-day sun scorches (the world) with his rays, so, it seemed, that your son scorched (the Pandavas army) with flaming darts.

In that battle the Pandavas could not even look at their brother (i.e., Duryodhana) and despairing of conquering their enemy, they tried to flee (from the field).

The Panchalas, struck with gold-winged darts of blazing points, shot by your highsouled son armed with a bow, fled away.

The Pandava soldiers smitten with sharpened darts fell (dead). Indeed the sons of Pandu could never perform such exploits in battle.

As were achieved by your royal son, O lord of earth. In that encountei the Pandava army was crushed by your son.

As lotuses are torn and crushed by a tusker. As lotuses are shorn of their beauty in consequence of the water (over which they grow) being dried up by the sun and the wind.

The Pandava army became so by virtue of the prowess of your son. Seeing, O Bharata, that the Pandava army was being destroyed by your son.

The Panchalas led by Bhimasena advanced (against him). He then (pierced) Bhimasena with ten, each of the two sons of Madri with three.

Virata and Drupada each with six, Shikandi with hundred, Dhrishtadyumna with hundred, the son of Dharma with seven.

And the Kalkeyas and the Chedies with numerous keen darts. piercing Satvatta with five (arrows), each of the son of Draupadi with three.

And piercing Ghatotkacha too in battle he roared like a lion. Like the wrathful destroyer slaying the created beings, he cut down hundreds of other warriors and the bodies of horses and elephants in that terrific encounter. When he was thus destroying his enemies, his great bow, plaited at the back with gold.

o king! The soldiers in the army of Pandavas could not even put an eye on Duryodhana, the Kuru king who was glowing like a son in that great battle. O great king! King Yudhishthira then rushed fast with an intention to kill your son, the king of Kuru, Duryodhana in furious mood.

Duryodhana, the warrior of Kuru clan and Yudhishthira both suppressor to enemy attacked furiously on each other with fantastic exhibition of valour for their respective interests.

Duryodhana furiated enough, put ten arrows having bent knot on bow and shot at Yudhishthira. He was badly injured. He then shot an arrow again and cut-off the flag fixed on Yudhishthira chariot.

O king! He shot again three arrows at Indrasena, the loyal charioteer of Yudhishthira and injured his forehead.

Duryodhana again shot an arrow which had cut-off the bow with Yudhishthira and penetrated his four horses by another four arrows he shot at them.

King Yudhishthira furiated enormous, picked up immediately at an wink, another bow and prevented Duryodhana with a sharp blow.

Revered king! Yudhishthira, the eldest Pandava splitted the huge bow, gold studded with Duryodhana up into three pieces by giving acute blows twice with Bhalla.

He concomitantly injured Duryodhana too with a shot of ten sharp arrows. These arrows penetrated the sensitive parts in Duryodhana's body, made their way from them and sank deep in the earth.

The warriors in Pandavas' army then returned again to battle as they once were fled away. They all took their position around Yudhishthira as all gods had gathered around Indra when the monster Vritra was killed.

Omajesty! Yudhishthira, then shot a dreadful and target hitting arrow glowing like sun beams at your son, king Duryodhana with a declaration-"Oh! You are killed."

Duryodhana, the king of Kuru clan immediately lost conscious and seated with a thud at the rear part of his chariot when that arrow injured him.

Then a great and tumultuous uproar arose from among the Panchala soldiers. O king of kings, that great noise was this “the king is slain.”

And, O Bharata, sharp whiz's of arrows were also heard there. Then Drona speedily appeared there in that battle.

Duryodhana too with (great) joy grasping his bow firmly and shouting to the king (Yudhishthira) 'wait', 'wait' rushed against the Pandavas.

The Panchalas too desirous of victory speedily followed the king. In order to save the foremost of the Kurus, Drona received them (i.e., their charge).

And then destroyed them all like the possessor of rays destroying the clouds driven to and fro by a terrific hurricane. Then there took place, O king, a terrific battle causing great havoc between you and your enemy's assembled troops eager for fight.