The wind carried away to the sky the umbrellas and the flags. Terrified at the destruction of their own species and having their reins cut off by Partha's arrows the horses, taking with them, portions of cars, fled away in different directions. Struck on their ears, ribs, tusks, the lower lips and other vital parts the elephants began to drop down in the battle-field. Filled in no time with the dead elephants of the Kurus the earth looked like the sky filled with black clouds. As the blazing fire burns up all mobile and immobile, at the time of the universal dissolution, so did Partha, O king, consume the enemies in battle. Then with the power of all his weapons, the twang of his bow and superhuman cries of the creatures stationed on his Flag-staff.
स्वबलत्रासनात्रस्ता: परिपेतुर्दिशो दश। रथाङ्गदेशानादाय पार्थच्छिन्नयुगा हयाः॥ कर्णकक्षविषाणेषु अन्तरोष्ठेषु चैव ह। मर्मस्वङ्गेषु चाहत्यापातयत् समरे गजान्॥ कौरवाग्रगजानां तु शरीरैर्गतचेतसाम्। क्षणेन संवृता भूमिर्मेधैरिव नभस्तलम्॥ युगान्तसमये सर्वं यथा स्थावरजङ्गमम्। कालक्षयमशेषेण दहत्यग्रशिखः शिखी। तद्वत् पार्थो महाराज ददाह समरे रिपू॥ ततः सर्वास्त्रतेजोभिर्धनुषो निस्वनेन च शब्देनामानुषाणां च भूतानां ध्वजवासिनाम्।