Then Drona with fifty shafts, in that battle repulsed that mace decked with plates of gold as it flew swiftly towards himself. Then, O king, that mace cut into fragments by the arrows shot from Drona's bow, and splintered and shattered into pierces, fell down on the surface of the earth. Beholding his mace thus destroyed that afflicter of foes viz., the son of Prishata hurled at Drona his lance, excellent, and made of iron.
तामापतन्ती सहसा हेमपट्टविभूषिताम्। शरैः पञ्चाशता द्रोणो वारयामास संयुगे॥ सा छिन्ना बहुधा राजन् द्रोणचापच्युतैः शरैः। चूर्णीकृता विशीर्यन्ती पपात वसुधातले॥ गदां विनिहतां दृष्ट्वा पार्षतः शत्रुतापनः। द्रोणाय शक्तिं चिक्षेप सर्वपारसवीं शुभाम्॥