Arjuna, O Bharata, excited to the highest pitch of anger, showered over that foremost of car-warriors viz., the ruler of the Ambasthas wielding the mace, numerous shafts furnished with golden wings, like the mass of clouds enshrouding the risen sin. Thereafter with other arrows, Pritha's son splintered into pieces the mace of that illustrious warrior; indeed this feat appeared to be marvellous. Then beholding that mace of his cut down and taking up another heavy one.
अर्जुनोऽभृशं क्रुद्धः सोऽम्बष्ठं प्रति भारत। तत शरैर्हेमपुकैः सगदं रथिनां वरम्॥ छादयामास समरे मेघः सूर्यमिवोदितम्। अथापरैः शरैश्चापि गदां तस्य महात्मनः॥ अचूर्णयत् तदा पार्थस्तदद्भुतमिवाभवत्। अथ तां पतितां दृष्ट्वा गृह्यान्यां च महागदाम्॥