"I AM like a shipwrecked man seeking to save himself by swimming in a storm- tossed ocean. I shall surely drown, over whelmed in this sea of sorrow."

Again and again, when Sanjaya related the happeningsof the great battle,Dhritarashtra would thus lament, unable to bear his grief.

"Bhima is going to kill all my sons," hesaid. "I do not believe there is anyone with prowess enough in our army to protect my sons from death.

DidBhishma, Drona, Kripa andAswatthama look on unconcerned when our army fled in terror? What indeed is their plan? When and how are they going to help Duryo- dhana? How are my sons to escape from destruction?"

Saying thus, the blind old king burst into tears.