Sanjaya said Seeing Duryodhana struck down on Earth like a gigantic Shala uprooted by the storm, the Pandavas were filled with delight. The Somakas also saw, with their hair standing erect, the Kuru king felled upon the Earth, like an infuriate clephant felled by a lion.

Having struck Duryodhana down the brave Bhimasena, approaching the Kuru chief, addressed him, saying-O wretch, formerly laughing at Draupadi who had no cloth in the midst of the assembly, you, O fool, called us Cows. Bear now the consequences of that insult. Saying so, he struck the head of his fallen foe, with his left foot. Indeed, he struck the head of that best of kings with his foot.

With eyes reddened in wrath, Bhimascna, that grinder of hostile armies, once more said these words. Listen to thein, O king, we will now dance and call them Cows!-who formerly insulted us by calling us so. We have no deceipt, no fire, no match at dice, no deception! Depending upon the strength of our own arins we our resist and check foes!-Having brought those fierce hostilities to a close, Vrikodara once more slowly and laughingly said these words unto Yudhisthira and Keshava and the Shrinjayas and Dhananjaya and the two sons of Madri.

Let them who had dragged Draupadi, while she was in her period, into the assembly, and had made her necked there, behold those Dhartarashtras slain in battle by the Pandavas through the ascetic penances of Yajnasena's daughter.

Those wicked sons of king Dhritarashtra who had called us Sessame seeds without kernel, have all been killed by us with their relatives and followers! It is a matter of no consequence wivether we go to heaven or hell!-Once more, uplifting the mace that was on his shoulders he struck with his left, foot the head of the king who was lying on Earth, and addressing the deceitful Duryodhana said,

Seeing the foot of the rejoicing but mean Bhimasena placed upon the head of that foremost one Kuru's race, many of the leading warriors among the Somakas did not a all approve of it.

After having stuck down your son, while Vrikodara was thus vaunting and dancing madly, king Yudhisthira said to him-You have wreaked your vengeance (on Duryodhana) and gained your ends by means fair or foul! Cease now, O Bhiima.

Do not crush his head with your foot! Do not act sinfully! Duryodhana is a king! He is, again, your kinsman! He is fallen! Your conduct, O sinless one, is not becoming.

Duryodhana was the lord of eleven Akshauhinis of troops. He was the king of the Kurus! Do not, O Bhima, strike a king and a kinsman with your foot!

His relatives are killed! His friends and counsellors are all slain! His troops have been destroyed! He has been struck down in battle! He is to be pitied in every respect! He deserves not to be insulted, of remember that he is a king!

He is ruined! His friends and kinsmen have been killed! His brothers have been slain! His sons too have bcen killed! His funeral cake has been taken away! He is our brother! Your conduct towards him is not proper!

Bhimasena is a righteous man! People used to say this before of thee! Why then, O Bhimasena, do you insult the king in this way?' Saying this to Bhimasena, Yudhishthira, with voice suppressed with tears, and afflicted with sorrows approached Duryodhana, and said to him. 'O brother, you should not give way to anger nor grieve for yourself! Forsooth, you suffer the dreadful consequences of your own former acts!

Forsooth, this sad and woeful result had been ordained by the Creator himself, viz., that we should harm you and you should injure us, Oforemost one of Kuru's race!

Through thy own fault, avarice and pride and folly this great calamity has befallen you, OBharata!

Having brought about the death of your companions and brothers and sires and sons and grandsons and others you now meet with your own death!

For your folly your brothers, mighty carwarriors all, and your kinsmen, have been killed by us! I think all this is the work of irresistible Destiny!

You are not to be pitied! On the other hand, your death, O sinless one, is enviable! It is we that are objects of pity, O Kaurava! We shall have to carry on a miserable existence, shorn of all our dcar friends and kinsmen!

Alas, how shall I see the widows, of my brothers and sons and grandsons, all overwhelmed with grief and stricken down with sorrow.

You are, O king, departing from this world! You will surely go to heaven! We are, on the other hand, creatures of hell, and shall continue to suffer the bitterest grief?

The wives of Dhritarashtra's sons and grandsons stricken with grief will, forsooth, curse us all!'

Saying these words, Dharma's Yudhishthira, deeply afflicted with grief, began to sigh heavily and bewail." son