Having heard these words of Krishna, Dhananjaya licking the corners of his mouth. Shot the shaft he had taken up for slaughtering Jayadratha, shaft whose touch resembled that of Indra's thunder which was inspired with mantras, which was of celestial make, which was capable of bearing any strain and which had ever been worshipped with perfumes and garlands. That swift-coursing arrows shot from the Gandiva bow, snatched away the head of the ruler of the Sindhus like a hawk snaluhing away a little bird from the top of a tree. Dhananjaya then discharging other arrows carried that head along in the heavens.
एतच्छ्रुत्वा तु वचनं सृक्किणी परिसंलिहन्। इन्द्राशनिसमस्पर्श दिव्यमन्त्राभिमन्त्रितम्॥ सर्वभारसहं शश्वद् गन्धमाल्यार्चितं शरम्। विससर्जार्जुनस्तूर्णं सैन्धवस्य वधे धृतम्॥ स तु गाण्डीवनिर्मुक्तः शरः श्येन इवाशुगः। छित्त्वा शिरः सिन्धुपतेरुत्पपात विहायसम्॥ तच्छिर: सिन्धुराजस्य शरैरूर्ध्वमवाहयत्।