He who wrapped this whole earth about, like a hide, with a vast host of chariots — slayer of foremost foes, mighty chariot-warrior; who performed ten Ashvamedhas, [sacrifices] abundant in food, drink, and gifts to the priests, unrestricted all-offerings, cherishing his people as a father cherishes his sons; at whose rite the cows given as gifts to the priests drank up the very streams of the Ganga — so many cows did that hero, the son of Ushinara, give away at the rite that the gods cried out: 'Neither men of old nor men to come have ever done such a thing!' — upon the completion of that most arduous deed. 'We do not see, in the three worlds, among all that stands and moves, one already born, nor one yet to be born, nor even a second such man now — none besides the descendant of Ushinara, Shaibya — able to bear such a burden, whose path other mortals dwelling in this world could never reach.' His grandson, Shaibya, advancing straight upon Drona like Antaka [Death] with gaping jaws — who held him back?