Having heard these words of Krishna, Dhananjaya licking the corners of his mouth. Shot the shaft he had taken up for slaughtering Jayadratha, shaft whose touch resembled that of Indra's thunder which was inspired with mantras, which was of celestial make, which was capable of bearing any strain and which had ever been worshipped with perfumes and garlands. That swift-coursing arrows shot from the Gandiva bow, snatched away the head of the ruler of the Sindhus like a hawk snaluhing away a little bird from the top of a tree. Dhananjaya then discharging other arrows carried that head along in the heavens.