Without speaking any thing, again mounted the chariot in rage. Then Bhishma the son of Shantanu, once more covered those two foremost of men on their cars, with an arrows downpour, like clouds drenching the mountain breast with showers of rain. Then your sire Devavrata took the lives of all hostile warriors,
न किंचिदुक्त्वा सक्रोध आरुरोह रथं पुनः। तौ रथस्थौ नरव्याघ्रो भीष्मः शान्तनवः पुनः॥ ववर्ष शरवर्षेण मेघो वृष्ट्या यथाऽचलौ। प्राणानादत्त योधानां पिता देवव्रतस्तव॥