07.114
Sanjaya said:
Then, O great king, Karṇa pierced Bhīma with three arrows and released many wonderful showers of arrows.
O great king, even when attacked by the son of a charioteer, the Pandava Bhimasena stood unshaken, like a mountain enduring an assault.
In the battle, Bhīmasena shot a sharp yellow arrow into Karṇa's ear, O king, using a feathered arrow.
He caused the great earring to fall from the ear to the ground, O great king, resembling a radiant golden light descending from the sky.
Then, Bhima, the mighty warrior, with a smile on his face, struck the son of a charioteer violently in the chest with another arrow.
Bhima, in his haste, once more sent ten swift arrows in battle, resembling the rod of Yama, O Bharata.
They reached the forehead of the charioteer's son, dear one, and entered as if urged by him, like serpents entering an anthill.
The son of a charioteer shone with the arrows placed on his forehead, just as he once wore a garland made of blue lotuses.
Then, in the battle, an enraged Karṇa, oppressed by the mighty bowman, swiftly moved towards the killing of Bhīmasena.
Karna, in his anger and strength, sent a hundred vulture-feathered arrows towards him, O king, O descendant of Bharata.
Then Pāṇḍava, in the battle, released fierce showers of arrows, disregarding him and not considering his valor.
Then, O great king, Karṇa, in a fit of rage, struck the Pāṇḍava on the chest with his sharp arrows, appearing as the very embodiment of anger, O scorcher of foes.
The two warriors, like clouds, showered upon each other in battle, frightening each other with the sounds of drums.
In the battle, both warriors, angry and seeking revenge, covered each other with various networks of arrows.
Then the mighty-armed Bhima cut the bow of the noble Karna with a razor-sharp arrow and pierced him with a feathered arrow.
The great-minded son of a charioteer, having discarded the broken bow, took up another bow that was swift and capable of bearing weight.
Upon witnessing the devastation of the Kurus, Sauvīras, and Saindhavas' forces, and seeing the ground strewn with fallen armor, flags, and weapons, a sense of desolation prevailed.
Upon witnessing the lifeless bodies of elephants, horses, and men scattered all around, the charioteer's son, in his fury, manifested a radiant form.
Radheya, having stretched his great bow adorned with gold, looked fiercely at Bhima, O king.
Then, the angry son of a charioteer shone brightly, shooting arrows, like the sun at midday in autumn.
O king, the form of Adhiratha was as terrible as the shining rays of the sun, with hundreds of arrow flames.
In the battle, there was no gap seen in the actions of taking, fixing, drawing, or releasing arrows with hands.
O great king, Karna possessed a fearsome weapon, circular like a fiery wheel, which he wielded skillfully in both directions.
The golden-feathered, sharp arrows released from Karna's bow obscured the directions and even the light of the sun, O great king.
Then, a multitude of golden-feathered arrows with bent joints, released from the bow, appeared in various forms in the sky.
The arrows shot from the bow of the great charioteer appeared in rows and shone brightly in the sky, resembling cranes, O king.
The great charioteer released arrows that were adorned with gold, washed with stone, and feathered with vulture feathers, their tips blazing with great speed.
The arrows, adorned with gold and driven by the strength of bows, continuously rained towards Arjuna's chariot.
In the sky, the arrows released by Karna shone by the thousands, adorned with jewels, resembling swarms of moths.
The arrows released from the charioteer's bow were falling. Among them, one arrow, long and tall, stood out shining.
Just as clouds cover a mountain with streams of water, the angry Karna covered Bhima with a shower of arrows.
There, O Bhārata, your sons, along with the Kauravas, witnessed the strength, heroism, and prowess of Bhīma, as well as his determination.
Bhima, in his anger, attacked Karna without a second thought, as if he were an ocean stirred by a rising storm of arrows.
Bhima's great bow, golden-backed, was drawn into a circular shape like another Indra's bow, and from it, arrows appeared, filling the sky as if it were another Indra's bow.
A garland of golden-feathered arrows, bent at the joints and arranged by Bhima, shone in the sky like a golden ornament.
Then, in the sky, the clusters of arrows were shattered and scattered by Bhimasena's arrows.
In the battle, the sky was filled with flocks of golden-feathered arrows from Karna and Bhimasena, moving swiftly like fire-sparks.
The son of a charioteer, disregarding the valor of the great soul Bhima, covered him with various kinds of arrows and ascended.
As those two released their nets of arrows there, O dear, they appeared like the wind, intertwined with each other.
Karna, in his anger, sent sharp, gold-tipped arrows, polished by a smith, towards him with the intent to kill.
In the sky, Bhima skillfully pierced each of them into three with his arrows, targeting Karna, and said, "Stay."
The Pāṇḍava, intolerant and strong, released fierce showers of arrows in anger, as if he were a fire desiring to consume everything.
Karna, the son of a charioteer, fearlessly seized all the weapons of the fighting son of Pandu through the illusion of weapons.
Karna, the son of Vikartana, skillfully severed the quiver, bowstring, and the reins and yokes of the horses with his arrows that had curved joints.
Then, after killing his horses again, he shot the charioteer with three arrows. The charioteer quickly jumped down and went to Yuyudhana's chariot.
Radheya, with a slight smile as if mocking Bhima, angrily shone like the fire of time, cut down the flag and brought down the banners.
The great king, skilled in archery, touched his chariot weapon and, in anger, aimed and released it towards Karna's chariot.
Adhiratha, ready and prepared, cut down the gold-adorned spear that was falling like a great meteor with ten arrows.
O king, she was cut into ten pieces by the arrows of Karna, the son of a charioteer, who was fighting skillfully for the sake of his friend.
Carmadatta, the son of Kunti, adorned with gold, stood with a sword, desiring either death or victory. Karna suddenly pierced him, as if smiling.
The great king, deprived of his armor and chariot and filled with rage, swiftly swung and threw his sword at Karna's chariot.
He skillfully cut the bowstring of the charioteer's son, and the sharp sword fell to the ground like a snake falling from the sky.
Then, with a smile, the great charioteer took another bow. Shatrughna, filled with anger in the battle, wielded a very swift and strong bow.
Bhimasena, in his anger and strength, truly powerful, ascended to the sky, disturbing Karna's mind.
Observing his actions and eager for victory in the battle, Radheya employed a strategy to deceive Bhimasena.
Seeing him hidden in the chariot with disturbed senses, he approached his flag and stood on the ground.
All the Kurus and bards worshipped him. If he wished, he could have killed Karṇa from the chariot like Garuda would a serpent.
He, with his bow broken and chariot gone, adhered to his duty, and having placed his chariot behind, stood ready for battle.
After killing him, Karna, filled with rage, approached the Pandava, ready for battle in the battlefield.
Those two mighty warriors, assembled in the great arena, were competing fiercely, like clouds roaring in the sky at the end of summer.
A fierce battle ensued between the two enraged, lion-like warriors, as if they were gods and demons clashing in the battlefield.
The son of Kunti, though his weapons were depleted, was attacked by Karna. Observing the elephants, which were as large as mountains, slain by Arjuna and lying fallen, he entered the chariot path to obstruct, unarmed, indeed.
The Pāṇḍava, seeking to preserve his life, reached the herd of elephants and entered the chariot fortress, but did not bring Rādheya closer.
Then, seeking a strategic position after being struck by Dhananjaya's arrows, Partha, the conqueror of enemy cities, stood firm, raising the elephant.
Karṇa once again pierced the elephant with his arrows. Then, the roaring Pāṇḍava sent the parts of the elephant to Karṇa.
In a fit of rage, the Pandava picked up and threw at Karna whatever wheels, horses, and vehicles he could find on the ground.
Karna, recalling Kunti's words, severed all the thrown weapons with his sharp arrows but refrained from killing him.
Karna, with the tip of his bow, approached and touched Bhimasena, and with a smile, Radheya spoke to him.
"Again and again, O foolish child, gluttonous one, do not engage in battle, for you are unskilled in weapons and afraid of the fight, boy."
O Pāṇḍava, you are suited for places where there are various kinds of food and drink, not for battles, O evil-minded one.
O Bhima, either become a sage or eat fruits, you wicked-minded one. Go to the forest, O son of Kunti, for you are not skilled in warfare.
You are accustomed to eating fruits and roots and feeding guests, but I do not consider you fit for the task of wielding weapons, Vrikodara.
Bhima, you are more suited to a life of simplicity, living on flowers, roots, and fruits, observing vows and disciplines in the forest, rather than being a warrior expert.
"Where is the battle and where is the asceticism? Go to the forest, Vrikodara. You are not suited for battle, dear one, embrace the life of the forest."
O Vrikodara, you are hastily urging the cooks, servants, people, and slaves in the house, and are fit to chastise them in anger for the sake of food.
In his childhood, O lord of the people, he was intensely made to hear about the unpleasant and harsh events of the past.
Then Vrisha, with a smile, touched Bhima again with his bow and spoke to him once more.
The battle should be fought elsewhere, not by people like me. For those like me who are fighting, this and other things exist.
Go to where Krishna and Arjuna will protect you in battle, or return home, son of Kunti. Why do you need to fight, young one?
Thus, Karna, having rendered him without a chariot, boasted in front of the great warriors, Krishna (the lion of the Vrishni clan) and Arjuna (Partha), O king.
Then, O king, the warrior with the deer-banner, prompted by Keshava, dispatched stone-washed arrows towards the charioteer's son.
Then, the arrows shot by Arjuna, adorned with golden decorations and originating from his bow Gandiva, pierced Karna just as swans would enter a crane.
Dhananjaya, with arrows dispatched from Gandiva, drove away the son of a charioteer from Bhimasena, as if with serpents hurled.
Karna, with his bow broken and struck by Arjuna's arrows, swiftly retreated from Bhima in a great chariot.
Bhima, the best among men, mounted Satyaki's chariot and followed his brother Arjuna, the Pandava, into battle.
Then, Dhananjaya, with eyes red with anger, hastily aimed at Karna and sent an arrow that resembled death itself, like Yama, the god of death.
As if Garuda himself was in the sky seeking the best of serpents, an iron arrow, driven by the Gandiva bow, swiftly approached Karna.
In the sky, Drona's son cut the arrow with a feathered arrow, fearing Arjuna, as he desired to lift Karna, the great chariot warrior.
Then, in anger, Arjuna struck Drona's son with sixty-four arrows and said, "O great king, do not proceed, stay where you are."
Aśvatthāmā, though afflicted by Arjuna's arrows, swiftly entered the army teeming with intoxicated elephants and chariots.
Then, in the battle, Arjuna, the mighty son of Kunti, overpowered the sound of the resounding golden-backed bows with the twang of his Gandiva bow.
Arjuna, coming from behind, approached Drona's son and frightened the army with his arrows, as if the distance was not too great.
Arjuna, with his iron arrows, pierced through the bodies of men, elephants, and horses, scattering the army adorned with peacock feather garments.
Arjuna, under the command of Indra, completely destroyed that army of men, horses, and elephants, O best of the Bharatas.
