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discharge the water-rite of my sire. My aged sire, Bhagadatta, who was the friend of thy sire, was slain by thee in consequence
of his weight of years. Do thou, however, fight me that am but a boy!'[192] Having said these words, O thou of Kuru's race,
king Vajradatta, filled with rage, urged his elephant towards the son of Pandu. Urged on by Vajradatta of great intelligence,
that prince of elephants, as if desirous of cutting through the welkin, rushed towards Dhananjaya. That prince of elephants
drenched Arjuna with a shower of juice emitted from the end of his trunk, like a mass of blue clouds drenching a hill with its
downpour. Indeed, urged on by the king, elephant, repeatedly roaring like a cloud, rushed towards Phalguna, with that deep
noise emitted from its mouth. Verily, urged on by Vajradatta, that prince of elephants quickly moved towards the mighty car-
warrior of the Kurus, with the tread of one that seemed to dance in excitement. Beholding that beast of Vajradatta advance
towards him, that slayer of foes, viz., the mighty Dhananjaya, relying on Gandiva, stood his ground without shaking with fear.
Recollecting what an obstacle Vajradatta was proving to the accomplishment of his task, and remembering the old enmity of
the house (of Pragjyotisha towards the Pandavas), the son of Pandu became exceedingly inflamed with wrath against the king.
Filled with rage, Dhananjaya impeded the course of that beast with a shower of arrows like the shore resisting the surging sea.
That prince of elephants possessed of beauty (of form), thus impeded by Arjuna, stopped in its course, with body pierced with
many an arrow, like a porcupine with its quills erect. Seeing his elephant impeded in its course, the royal son of Bhagadatta,
deprived of sense by rage, shot many whetted arrows at Arjuna. The mighty-armed Arjuna baffled all those arrows with many
foe-slaying shafts of his. The feat seemed to be exceedingly wonderful. Once more the king of the Pragjyotishas, inflamed with
ire, forcibly urged his elephant, which resembled a mountain, at Arjuna. Beholding the beast once more advancing towards
him, Arjuna shot with great strength a shaft at it that resembled a veritable flame of fire. Struck deeply in the very vitals, O
king, by the son of Pandu, the beast suddenly fell down on the Earth like a mountain summit loosened by a thunder-bolt. Struck
with Dhartanjaya's shaft, the elephant, as it lay on the Earth, looked like a huge mountain cliff lying on the ground, loosened by
the bolt of Indra. When the elephant of Vajradatta was prostrated on the ground, the son of Pandu, addressing the king who had
fallen down with his beast, said,--'Do not fear. Indeed, Yudhishthira of mighty energy said unto me while commissioning me
for this task even these words,--'Thou shouldst not, O Dhananjaya, slay those kings (who may encounter thee in battle). O tiger
among men, thou shouldst regard thy task as accomplished if only thou disablest those hostile kings. Thou shouldst not also, O
Dhananjaya, slay the warriors of those kings who may come forth to fight thee, with all their kinsmen and friends. They should
be requested to come to the horse-sacrifice of Yudhishthira.'--Having heard these commands of my brother, I shall not slay
thee, O king. Rise up; let no fear be thine; return to thy city safe and sound, O lord of Earth. When the day of full moon in the
month of Chaitra comes, thou shalt, O great king, repair to that sacrifice of king Yudhishthira the just, for it takes place on that
day. Thus addressed by Arjuna, the royal son of Bhagadatta, defeated by the son of Pandu, said,--'So be it.'"

SECTION LXXVII

"Vaisampayana said, 'There occurred a great battle between the diadem-decked Arjuna and the hundreds of Saindhavas who
still lived after the slaughter of their clan (on the field of Kurukshetra). Hearing that he of white steeds had entered their
territories, those Kshatriyas came out against him, unable to bear that foremost one of Pandu's race. Those warriors who were
as terrible as virulent poison, finding the horse within their dominion, seized it without being inspired with any fear of Partha
who was the younger brother of Bhimasena. Advancing against Vibhatsu who waited on foot, armed with his bow, upon the
sacrificial steed, they assailed him from a near point. Defeated in battle before, those Kshatriyas of mighty energy, impelled by
the desire of victory, surrounded that foremost of men. Proclaiming their names and families and their diverse feats, they
showered their arrows on Partha. Pouring showers of arrows of such fierce energy as were capable of impeding the course of
hostile elephants, those heroes surrounded the son of Kunti, desirous of vanquishing him in battle. Themselves seated on cars,
they fought Arjuna of fierce feats who was, on foot. From every side they began to strike that hero, that slayer of the
Nivatakavachas, that destroyer of the Samasaptakas, that killer of the king of the Sindhus. Surrounding him on every side as
within a cage by means of a thousand cars and ten thousand horses, those brave warriors expressed their exaltation.
Recollecting the slaughter by Dhananjaya of Jayadratha in battle, O thou of Kuru's race, they poured heavy showers of arrows
on that hero like a mass of clouds showering a heavy downpour. Over-whelmed with that arrowy shower, Arjuna looked like
the sun covered by a cloud. That foremost son of Pandu, in the midst of that cloud of arrows, resembled a bird in the midst of
an iron cage, O Bharata. Seeing the son of Kunti thus afflicted with shafts, cries of Oh and Alas were uttered by the three
worlds and the Sun himself became shorn of his splendour. Then, O king, a terrible wind began to blow, and Rahu swallowed
up both the Sun and the Moon at the same time. Many meteors struck the solar disc and then shot in different directions. The
prince of mountains, viz., Kailasa, began to tremble. The seven (celestial) Rishis, as also the other Rishis of Heaven, penetrated
with fear, and afflicted with grief and sorrow, breathed hot sighs. Piercing through the welkin, those meteors fell on the lunar
disc as well. All the points of the compass became filled with smoke and assumed a strange aspect. Reddish clouds, with
flashes of lightning playing in their midst and the bow of Indra measuring them from side to side, suddenly covered the welkin
and poured flesh and bloods on the Earth. Even such was the aspect which all nature assumed when that hero was
overwhelmed with showers of shafts. Indeed, when Phalguna, that foremost one among the Bharatas, was thus afflicted, those
marvels were seen. Overwhelmed by that dense cloud of arrows, Arjuna became stupefied. His bow, Gandiva, fell down from
his relaxed grip and his leathern fence also slipped down. When Dhananjaya became stupefied, the Saindhava warriors once
more shot at that senseless warrior, without loss of time, innumerable other shafts. Understanding that the son of Pritha was
deprived of consciousness, the deities, with hearts penetrated by fear, began to seek his welfare by uttering diverse
benedictions. Then the celestial Rishis, the seven Rishis, and the regenerate Rishis, became engaged in silent recitations from
desire of giving victory to Pritha's son of great intelligence. When at last the energy of Partha blazed forth through those acts of
the denizens of Heaven, that hero, who was conversant with celestial weapons of high efficacy, stood immovable like a hill.
The delighter of the Kurus then drew his celestial bow. And as he repeatedly stretched the bowstring, the twang that followed
resembled the loud sound of some mighty machine. Like Purandara pouring rain, the puissant Arjuna then, with that bow of
his, poured incessant showers of shafts on his foes. Pierced by those shafts the Saindhava warriors with their chiefs became
invisible like trees when covered with locusts. They were frightened at the very sound of Gandiva, and afflicted by fear they
fled away. In grief of heart they shed tears and uttered loud lamentations. The mighty warrior moved amidst that host of foes
with the celerity of a fiery wheel, all the time piercing those warriors with his arrows. Like the great Indra, the wielder of the
thunder-bolt, that slayer of foes, viz., Arjuna, shot from his bow in every direction that shower of arrows which resembled a
sight produced by magic (instead of any human agency). The Kaurava hero, piercing the hostile host with showers of arrows,
looked resplendent like the autumnal Sun when he disperses the clouds with his powerful rays.'"

SECTION LXXVIII

"Vaisampayana said, 'The irresistible wielder of Gandiva, addresst for battle, stood immovable on the field like Himavat
himself. The Saindhava warriors, once more rallying, showered in great wrath repeated down-pours of shifts on him. The
mighty-armed hero, laughing at his foes, who had once more rallied but who were on the point of death, addressed them in
these soft words,--'Do ye fight to the best of your power and do ye endeavour to vanquish me. Do ye however, accomplish all
necessary acts, for a great danger awaits you all. See, I fight all of you, baffling your clouds of arrows. Bent as you are on
battle, tarry a little. I shall soon quell your pride.' The wielder of Gandiva, having said these words in wrath, recollected,
however, the words, O Bharata, of his eldest brother. Those words were,--'Thou shouldst not, O child, slay those Kshatriyas
who will come against thee for battle. They should, however, be vanquished by thee. That foremost of men, Phalguna, had
been thus addressed by king Yudhishthira the just, of great soul. He, therefore, began to reflect in this strain. 'Even thus was I
commissioned by my brother. Warriors advancing against me should not be slain. I must act in such a way as not to falsify the
words of king Yudhishthira the just.' Having arrived at this conclusion, Phalguna, that foremost of men, then said unto those
Saindhavas who were all fierce in battle, these words:--'I say what is for your benefit. Though staying before me. I do not wish
to slay you. He amongst you who will say unto me that he has been vanquished by me and that he is mine, will be spared by
me. Having heard these words of mine, act towards me in that way which may best conduce to your benefit. By acting in a
different way you will place yourselves in a situation of great fear and danger.' Having said these words unto those heroic
warriors the chief of the Kurus began to fight them. Arjuna was inflamed with wrath. His foes, desirous of victory, were
equally enraged. The Saindhavas then, O king, shot hundreds and thousands of straight arrows at the wielder of Gandiva.
Dhananjaya, with his own whetted shafts, cut off those arrows of sharp and terrible points, resembling snakes of virulent
poison, before they could come up to him. Having cut off those sharp arrows equipt with Kanka feathers, Arjuna pierced each
of the warriors opposed to him with a whetted shaft. The Saindhava Kshatriyas, recollecting that it was Dhananjaya who had
slain their king Jayadratha, then hurled at him darts and javelins with great force. The diadem-decked Dhananjaya of great
might baffled their intent by cutting off all those weapons before any of them could reach him. At length the son of Pandu
became highly angry. With many straight and broad-headed arrows, he felled the heads of many of those warriors who were
rushing at him from desire of victory. Many fled, many rushed at Arjuna; many moved not, all of them, however, uttered such
aloud noise (of wrath and grief) that it resembled the roar of the ocean. As they were slain by Partha of immeasurable might,

discharge the water-rite of my sire. My aged sire, Bhagadatta, who was the friend of thy sire, was slain by thee in consequence

of his weight of years. Do thou, however, fight me that am but a boy!'[192] Having said these words, O thou of Kuru's race,

king Vajradatta, filled with rage, urged his elephant towards the son of Pandu. Urged on by Vajradatta of great intelligence,

that prince of elephants, as if desirous of cutting through the welkin, rushed towards Dhananjaya. That prince of elephants

drenched Arjuna with a shower of juice emitted from the end of his trunk, like a mass of blue clouds drenching a hill with its

downpour. Indeed, urged on by the king, elephant, repeatedly roaring like a cloud, rushed towards Phalguna, with that deep

noise emitted from its mouth. Verily, urged on by Vajradatta, that prince of elephants quickly moved towards the mighty car-

warrior of the Kurus, with the tread of one that seemed to dance in excitement. Beholding that beast of Vajradatta advance

towards him, that slayer of foes, viz., the mighty Dhananjaya, relying on Gandiva, stood his ground without shaking with fear.

Recollecting what an obstacle Vajradatta was proving to the accomplishment of his task, and remembering the old enmity of

the house (of Pragjyotisha towards the Pandavas), the son of Pandu became exceedingly inflamed with wrath against the king.

Filled with rage, Dhananjaya impeded the course of that beast with a shower of arrows like the shore resisting the surging sea.

That prince of elephants possessed of beauty (of form), thus impeded by Arjuna, stopped in its course, with body pierced with

many an arrow, like a porcupine with its quills erect. Seeing his elephant impeded in its course, the royal son of Bhagadatta,

deprived of sense by rage, shot many whetted arrows at Arjuna. The mighty-armed Arjuna baffled all those arrows with many

foe-slaying shafts of his. The feat seemed to be exceedingly wonderful. Once more the king of the Pragjyotishas, inflamed with

ire, forcibly urged his elephant, which resembled a mountain, at Arjuna. Beholding the beast once more advancing towards

him, Arjuna shot with great strength a shaft at it that resembled a veritable flame of fire. Struck deeply in the very vitals, O

king, by the son of Pandu, the beast suddenly fell down on the Earth like a mountain summit loosened by a thunder-bolt. Struck

with Dhartanjaya's shaft, the elephant, as it lay on the Earth, looked like a huge mountain cliff lying on the ground, loosened by

the bolt of Indra. When the elephant of Vajradatta was prostrated on the ground, the son of Pandu, addressing the king who had

fallen down with his beast, said,--'Do not fear. Indeed, Yudhishthira of mighty energy said unto me while commissioning me

for this task even these words,--'Thou shouldst not, O Dhananjaya, slay those kings (who may encounter thee in battle). O tiger

among men, thou shouldst regard thy task as accomplished if only thou disablest those hostile kings. Thou shouldst not also, O

Dhananjaya, slay the warriors of those kings who may come forth to fight thee, with all their kinsmen and friends. They should

be requested to come to the horse-sacrifice of Yudhishthira.'--Having heard these commands of my brother, I shall not slay

thee, O king. Rise up; let no fear be thine; return to thy city safe and sound, O lord of Earth. When the day of full moon in the

month of Chaitra comes, thou shalt, O great king, repair to that sacrifice of king Yudhishthira the just, for it takes place on that

day. Thus addressed by Arjuna, the royal son of Bhagadatta, defeated by the son of Pandu, said,--'So be it.'"

SECTION LXXVII

"Vaisampayana said, 'There occurred a great battle between the diadem-decked Arjuna and the hundreds of Saindhavas who

still lived after the slaughter of their clan (on the field of Kurukshetra). Hearing that he of white steeds had entered their

territories, those Kshatriyas came out against him, unable to bear that foremost one of Pandu's race. Those warriors who were

as terrible as virulent poison, finding the horse within their dominion, seized it without being inspired with any fear of Partha

who was the younger brother of Bhimasena. Advancing against Vibhatsu who waited on foot, armed with his bow, upon the

sacrificial steed, they assailed him from a near point. Defeated in battle before, those Kshatriyas of mighty energy, impelled by

the desire of victory, surrounded that foremost of men. Proclaiming their names and families and their diverse feats, they

showered their arrows on Partha. Pouring showers of arrows of such fierce energy as were capable of impeding the course of

hostile elephants, those heroes surrounded the son of Kunti, desirous of vanquishing him in battle. Themselves seated on cars,

they fought Arjuna of fierce feats who was, on foot. From every side they began to strike that hero, that slayer of the

Nivatakavachas, that destroyer of the Samasaptakas, that killer of the king of the Sindhus. Surrounding him on every side as

within a cage by means of a thousand cars and ten thousand horses, those brave warriors expressed their exaltation.

Recollecting the slaughter by Dhananjaya of Jayadratha in battle, O thou of Kuru's race, they poured heavy showers of arrows

on that hero like a mass of clouds showering a heavy downpour. Over-whelmed with that arrowy shower, Arjuna looked like

the sun covered by a cloud. That foremost son of Pandu, in the midst of that cloud of arrows, resembled a bird in the midst of

an iron cage, O Bharata. Seeing the son of Kunti thus afflicted with shafts, cries of Oh and Alas were uttered by the three

worlds and the Sun himself became shorn of his splendour. Then, O king, a terrible wind began to blow, and Rahu swallowed

up both the Sun and the Moon at the same time. Many meteors struck the solar disc and then shot in different directions. The

prince of mountains, viz., Kailasa, began to tremble. The seven (celestial) Rishis, as also the other Rishis of Heaven, penetrated

with fear, and afflicted with grief and sorrow, breathed hot sighs. Piercing through the welkin, those meteors fell on the lunar

disc as well. All the points of the compass became filled with smoke and assumed a strange aspect. Reddish clouds, with

flashes of lightning playing in their midst and the bow of Indra measuring them from side to side, suddenly covered the welkin

and poured flesh and bloods on the Earth. Even such was the aspect which all nature assumed when that hero was

overwhelmed with showers of shafts. Indeed, when Phalguna, that foremost one among the Bharatas, was thus afflicted, those

marvels were seen. Overwhelmed by that dense cloud of arrows, Arjuna became stupefied. His bow, Gandiva, fell down from

his relaxed grip and his leathern fence also slipped down. When Dhananjaya became stupefied, the Saindhava warriors once

more shot at that senseless warrior, without loss of time, innumerable other shafts. Understanding that the son of Pritha was

deprived of consciousness, the deities, with hearts penetrated by fear, began to seek his welfare by uttering diverse

benedictions. Then the celestial Rishis, the seven Rishis, and the regenerate Rishis, became engaged in silent recitations from

desire of giving victory to Pritha's son of great intelligence. When at last the energy of Partha blazed forth through those acts of

the denizens of Heaven, that hero, who was conversant with celestial weapons of high efficacy, stood immovable like a hill.

The delighter of the Kurus then drew his celestial bow. And as he repeatedly stretched the bowstring, the twang that followed

resembled the loud sound of some mighty machine. Like Purandara pouring rain, the puissant Arjuna then, with that bow of

his, poured incessant showers of shafts on his foes. Pierced by those shafts the Saindhava warriors with their chiefs became

invisible like trees when covered with locusts. They were frightened at the very sound of Gandiva, and afflicted by fear they

fled away. In grief of heart they shed tears and uttered loud lamentations. The mighty warrior moved amidst that host of foes

with the celerity of a fiery wheel, all the time piercing those warriors with his arrows. Like the great Indra, the wielder of the

thunder-bolt, that slayer of foes, viz., Arjuna, shot from his bow in every direction that shower of arrows which resembled a

sight produced by magic (instead of any human agency). The Kaurava hero, piercing the hostile host with showers of arrows,

looked resplendent like the autumnal Sun when he disperses the clouds with his powerful rays.'"

SECTION LXXVIII

"Vaisampayana said, 'The irresistible wielder of Gandiva, addresst for battle, stood immovable on the field like Himavat

himself. The Saindhava warriors, once more rallying, showered in great wrath repeated down-pours of shifts on him. The

mighty-armed hero, laughing at his foes, who had once more rallied but who were on the point of death, addressed them in

these soft words,--'Do ye fight to the best of your power and do ye endeavour to vanquish me. Do ye however, accomplish all

necessary acts, for a great danger awaits you all. See, I fight all of you, baffling your clouds of arrows. Bent as you are on

battle, tarry a little. I shall soon quell your pride.' The wielder of Gandiva, having said these words in wrath, recollected,

however, the words, O Bharata, of his eldest brother. Those words were,--'Thou shouldst not, O child, slay those Kshatriyas

who will come against thee for battle. They should, however, be vanquished by thee. That foremost of men, Phalguna, had

been thus addressed by king Yudhishthira the just, of great soul. He, therefore, began to reflect in this strain. 'Even thus was I

commissioned by my brother. Warriors advancing against me should not be slain. I must act in such a way as not to falsify the

words of king Yudhishthira the just.' Having arrived at this conclusion, Phalguna, that foremost of men, then said unto those

Saindhavas who were all fierce in battle, these words:--'I say what is for your benefit. Though staying before me. I do not wish

to slay you. He amongst you who will say unto me that he has been vanquished by me and that he is mine, will be spared by

me. Having heard these words of mine, act towards me in that way which may best conduce to your benefit. By acting in a

different way you will place yourselves in a situation of great fear and danger.' Having said these words unto those heroic

warriors the chief of the Kurus began to fight them. Arjuna was inflamed with wrath. His foes, desirous of victory, were

equally enraged. The Saindhavas then, O king, shot hundreds and thousands of straight arrows at the wielder of Gandiva.

Dhananjaya, with his own whetted shafts, cut off those arrows of sharp and terrible points, resembling snakes of virulent

poison, before they could come up to him. Having cut off those sharp arrows equipt with Kanka feathers, Arjuna pierced each

of the warriors opposed to him with a whetted shaft. The Saindhava Kshatriyas, recollecting that it was Dhananjaya who had

slain their king Jayadratha, then hurled at him darts and javelins with great force. The diadem-decked Dhananjaya of great

might baffled their intent by cutting off all those weapons before any of them could reach him. At length the son of Pandu

became highly angry. With many straight and broad-headed arrows, he felled the heads of many of those warriors who were

rushing at him from desire of victory. Many fled, many rushed at Arjuna; many moved not, all of them, however, uttered such

aloud noise (of wrath and grief) that it resembled the roar of the ocean. As they were slain by Partha of immeasurable might,