At the unbearable sound of that mace, O sire men began to fall down on the spot they stood; and many car-warriors dropped down from their cars. Slaughtered by Bhima armed with a mace in his hands, your troops began to fly away terrified from the field of battle, like deer attacked by a tiger. The son of Kunti then causing his brave adversaries to fly away, passed through that division with great force, like Suparna, that king of birds. While Bhima that leader of leaders of car hosts was thus spreading carnage in your troops. O mighty monarch, the son of Bharadvaja, viz., Drona rushed upon Bhima, checking the latter with his showers of arrows.
तं च शब्दमसह्य वै तस्याः संलक्ष्य मारिष। प्रापतन्मनुजास्तत्र रथेभ्यो रथिनस्तदा॥ ते हन्यमाना भीमेन गदाहस्तेन तावकाः। प्राद्रवन्त रणे भीता व्याघ्रघ्राता मृगा इव।॥ सतान् विद्राव्य कौन्तेयः संख्येऽमित्रान् दुरासदान्। सुपर्ण इव वेगेन पक्षिराडत्यगाचमूम्॥ तथा तु विप्रकुर्वाणं रथयूथपयथूपम्। भारद्वाजो महाराज भीमसेनं समभ्ययात्॥ भीमं तु समरे द्रोणो वारयित्वा शररोर्मिभिः।