Chapter 54 No.54

Pandavs routed by Bhishma

Fell the thickening shades of darkness on the red and ghastly plain,

Torches by the white tents flickered, red fires showed the countless slain,

With a bosom sorrow-laden proud Duryodhan drew his breath,

Wept the issue of the battle and his warlike brother's death.

Spent with grief and silent sorrow slow the