Then the son of Samyamani pierced the Panchala prince, intoxicated with battle, with thirty arrows, and his charioteer with ten. Deeply pierced, the great archer, licking the corners of his mouth, cut down his bow with an exceedingly sharp bhalla; then he swiftly struck him with twenty-five more arrows, and slew his horses and both his rear charioteers, O king. The son of Samyamani, standing in his chariot with its horses slain, saw the son of the great-souled Panchala king, O bull of the Bharatas. Then, seizing a most terrible, excellent iron sword, he rushed on foot toward the son of Drupada, standing in his chariot. The Pandavas, and Dhrishtadyumna, son of Prishata, saw him there, coming on like a great flood, like a serpent falling from the sky, whirling shield and sword, like Death sent forth by Time, blazing as if with the fire of weapons, and advancing with the gait of a maddened elephant. As he, holding his sharp sword and bearing his shield, outran the speed of arrows and drew near to the chariot, the enraged general, hastening, split his head with his mace. O king, from the hands of the slain man as he fell, the sword and the bright shield dropped swiftly and crashed to the ground. Having slain him with the tip of his mace, the great-souled son of the Panchala king, terrible in valor, won the highest glory. When that great archer, the prince and mighty charioteer, was slain, a great wail arose among your army, O honorable one.