Drove forward those steeds mangled with the shafts of Bhishma. Then the son of Pritha taking up his bow of celestial make and of twang as loud as the rumble of clouds,
चोदयामास तानश्वान् विनुन्नान् भीष्मसायकैः। ततः पार्थो धनुर्गृह्य दिव्यं जलदनिःस्वनम्॥