शल्य पर्व — भीम दुर्योधन के भाई का वध करते हैं

Sanjaya said On the elephant division being destroyed, O Bharata, by the son of Pandu and while your army was being thus killed by Bhimasena in battle beholding the latter, that chastiser of foes-moving about like the all-killing. Destroyer himself in rage armed with his club, your remaining sons, O king, united together at that time, when your son Duryodhana could not be seen, rushed against Bhimasena.

They were Durmarshana, Shrutants, Jaitra, Bhurivala, Ravi, Jayatsena Sujata and that slayer of foes, viz., Durvishaha and he called Durvimochana and Dushpradharsha and the mighty-armed Shrutarvan. A:l of them were experts in battle.

These sons of thine, in a body, rushed against Bhimasena and encircled him.

Then Bhima, O monarch, once more getting on his own car, began to shoot keen arrows at the vital limbs of your sons.

Those sons of yours, covered with arrows by Bhimasena in that dreadful encounter, began to drag that warrior like men dragging an elephant from the crossing point.

Worked up with anger, Bhimasena, quickly cut off the head of Durmarshana with a razorheaded arrow and threw it on the Earth.

With another broad-headed arrow capable of cutting through every armour, Bhima next killed the great car-warrior, viz., your son Shrutanta.

Then striking Jayatsena easily with a clothyard shaft, that chastiser of foes, viz., the son of Pandu, struck down that action of Kuru's race from his car. The prince, O king, dropped down and immediately died.

Thereat your son Shrutarvan, worked up with rage, struck Bhima with a hundred straight arrows winged with feathers of vultures.

Then Bhima, worked up with rage, struck Jaitra and Ravi and Bhuribala, with three arrows resembling poison or fire.

Those great car-warrior, thus struck, dropped down from their cars like Kinshukas blossoming in the spring.

Then that scorcher of foes, with another broad-headed and keen arrow, struck Durvimochana and killed him.

Thus struck, that best of car-warriors fell down on the ground from his car, like a tree growing on the summit of a mountain uprooted by the storm.

The son of Pandu next struck your other two leading their forces, viz., Dushpradharsha and Sajata, each with a couple of arrows in that battle. Those two best of carwarriors, struck with those arrows, feil down.

Beholding another son of yours viz., Durvishaha and rushing at him, Bhima struck him with a broad-headed arrow in that battle. That prince dropped down from his car before all the bowmen.

Beholding so many of his brothers killed by Bhima alone in that battle, Shrutarvan, worked up with rage, rushed at Bhima, stretching his dreadful bow docket with gold and discharging a large number of arrows resembling poison or fire. sons

Cutting off the bow of Pandu's son in that dreadful encounter, the Kuru prince struck the bowless Bhima with twenty arrows.

Then Bhimasena, that great car-warrior, taking up another bow, covered your son with arrows and said to him "Wait, wait."

The encounter between the two was beautiful and dreadful, like that which took place in days of yore between Vasava and the Asura Jambha, O lord.

With the sharp arrows, resembling the dreadful rod of Yama, shot by those two warriors, the earth, the sky and all the points of the horizon were covered.

Then excited with rage, Shrutarvan took up his bow and struck Bhimasena in that battle, O king, with many arrows on his arms and chest.

Deeply cut, О king by your son armed with the bow, Bhima grew exceedingly agitated like the ocean at the full or the new moon.

Excited with ire Bhima then, O sire, killed with his arrows the driver and the four horses of your son.

Beholding him carless and displaying the lightness of his hand the great son of Pandu covered him with winged arrows.

The carless Shrutarvan then, O king, took up a sword and shield. As the prince, however, moved about with his sword and shinning shield effulgent like a hundred moons, the son of Pandu cut off his head with a razor-headed arrow and dropped it on the earth.

The trunk of that great warrior, whose head was cut off by that razor-headed arrow, fell down from his car filling the earth with a loud noise.

Upon the death of that hero, your soldiers, though terror-stricken, rushed in that battle against Bhimasena for fighting with him.

The brave Bhimasena, clad in mail, received those warriors rushing quickly at him who were not killed amongst that ocean of troops. Approaching him, those warriors, encircled that hero on all sides.

Thus surrounded by those warriors, Bhima began to assail them all with sharp arrows like the thousand-eyed deity assailing the Asuras.

Having destroyed five hundred great cars with their fences, he again killed seven hundred elephants in that battle.

Slaying next ten thousand infantry with his strong shafts, as also eight hundred horses, the son of Pandu shone there.

Indeed, having killed your sons in that battle, Bhimasena, the son of Kunti, regarded his object accomplished, O lord and birth fruitful.

Your soldiers, at that time, O Bharata, dared not even took at that warrior who was fighting in that fashion and killing your men in that way.

Scattering all the Kurus and killing their followers Bhima then slapped his armpits, terrifying the huge elephants with the noise.

Then your army, O king, which had lost a very large number of men and consisted of a very few soldiers, became highly depressed. O king.

Indeed, having killed your sons in that battle, Bhimasena, the son of Kunti, regarded his object accomplished, O lord and birth fruitful.

Your soldiers, at that time, O Bharata, dared not even took at that warrior who was fighting in that fashion and killing your men in that way.

Scattering all the Kurus and killing their followers Bhima then slapped his armpits, terrifying the huge elephants with the noise.

Then your army, O king, which had lost a very large number of men and consisted of a very few soldiers, became highly depressed. O king.