Bhishma-Vadha Parva — Encounter between Satyaki and Bhurishravas

Sanjaya said When that division of elephants had been crushed, your son Duryodhana, commanded his whole force saying, Kill Bhimasena.

Thereat, the entire army, at the command of your son, rushed against Bhimasena, setting up at the same time a dreadful uproar.

That infinite army, whose impetus it would have been impossible even for the gods to bear, that army which was incapable of being crossed like the sea on a Parva day, that army that swarmed with car-warriors, steeds and elephants and that resounded with the blare of conchs, the rattle of chariots, and the sound drums, that numbered numbered innumerable foot soldiers and car-warriors, that was shrouded in a cloud of dust-that veritable ocean of advancing hostile force that was incapable of being agitated, Bhimasena withstood in battle, like the banks resisting the surging sea.

The, O monarch, we beheld in that battle, the marvelous and super human feat achieved by the high-souled son of Pandu, namely Bhimasena.

Undauntedly did Bhimasena check with his mace, the rulers of men who, excited with wrath, had been advancing towards him, on their steeds, chariots and Bhimasena.

Bhima, that foremost of those endued with might, having thus checked with his mace the career of the vast army, stood in that dreadful confusion, immovable as the mount Meru itself.

In that most terrific, fierce and ruthless encounter, his brothers, and and sons, and Dhrishtadyumna the son of Prishata.

And the sons of Draupadi, and Abhimanyu and the ever-victorious Shikhandin, these mighty warriors did not forsake Bhimasena, as they all apprehended danger.

Thereafter taking up his huge and heavy mace made of Shaikya iron, he (Bhimasena) rushed against your warriors, like the Destroyer himself wielding his club.

Smashing down hosts of charioteers and also hosts of steeds, that mighty and heroic Bhima careered on the file like fire spreading at the end of a Yuga.

Slaughtering in that battle numerous warriors, like Death himself destroying animals at the end of a Yuga, smashing with the impetus of his thighs hosts of cars, that son of Pandu,

Began to crush your army with the greatest ease, like an elephant crushing a cluster of reeds. Dragging down warriors from the terraces of their respective cars, and felling elephant-riders from the back of the elephants on which they were fighting.

And horse-soldiers from the back of the steeds, and crushing foot-soldiers as they stood on the ground, Bhima killed all with his mace, like a tempest breaking down trees with its violence.

Bhimasena produced a fierce carnage in the force of your son. Smeared with fat, marrow, serum and flesh, and be spattered with blood,

His mace, that dealt death to steeds and elephants, appeared exceedingly terrible. With corpses and carcasses of steeds, men and elephants and horse-soldiers.

The field of battle wore the appearance of the (gloomy) abode of Death. Like the Pinaka of the enraged Rudra engaged in slaughtering animals.

Like the dreadful club of the destroyer himself, and like the effulgent thunderbolt of Indra himself, was seen the terrible-loO king and death-dealing club of Bhimasena.

The appearance of that high-souled son of Kunti, as he whirled his mace, became as terrible as that of the Destroyer himself at the time of the universal destruction.

Beholding him repeatedly smash that mighty host and advance like Death himself, all the warriors became cheerless.

Uplifting his mace, in whichever direction the son of Pandu turned his eyes 0 Bharata, from that direction, all the soldiers fled (deserting their ranks).

Beholding Vrikodara of fierce deeds armed with his mace and unconquered by the sea of soldiers and seeing him break the ranks and devour the hostile troops, like Death himself with his gaping mouth, Bhishma rushed at him with great impetuosity,

Riding on his car of great effulgence and of rattle as loud as the rumble of clouds, and covering the sky with the shower of his arrows, like Parjanya pouring down rain.

Seeing him make towards himself like the Destroyer with wide upon mouth, the mightyarmed Bhimasena inflamed with rage, rushed towards him.

That very moment, the heroic grand son of Shini namely Satyaki fell upon the grand-sire (Bhishma), and he began to slay his enemies with his strong bow, agitating the army of your son the while.

That at time, O Bharata, all the warriors of your ariny were unable to check him, as he advanced, borne by steeds of Argentine effulgence, discharging (right and left) his shafts well-whetted and furnished with beautiful wings.

Then the Rakshasa Alambhusa pierced him with ten shafts only. Piercing him in return with fine arrows, the grandson of Shini, advanced on his car.

Seeing that heroic warrior of the race of the Vrishnis thus advancing, and whirling in the midst of his enemies, and checking the foremost of the Kurus and uttering repeated war-cries in the battle,

your warriors showered their arrow downpour on him, like rain clouds drenching the mountains with torrents of rain. They wear unable to check the carrier of that hero who appeared like the mid-day sun in his full glory.

At that time, o king there was none (in your army) who was not cheerless, except the son of Somadatta, by namc Bhurishravas. This one seeing the car warriors of his side routed, Bharata grasping his bow of fierce impetus, rushed at Satyaki desirous of fighting with the latter.