I will (surely) slay you. Now stay (here) and be quiet.” The puissant Dhristadyumna, the, struck the son of the preceptor with keen and highly dreadful arrows capable of piercing the vital parts. (And) those thick flights of arrows, moving swiftly, furnished with golden wings, having keen points and capable of riving all the parts of the body, pierced (through the body of the son of Drona like maddened black-bees seeking for honey-entering into a flowering tree.