Verse 41

⁴¹Then one day, king, Wolf-belly said to his mother's brother's son: Madhava, I am not able to beat Jarasandha in this fight. ⁴²Hari knew his enemy's birth and his death, and how his life had been made by Jara. He filled the son of Prtha out with his own fire, and thought. ⁴³Having thought out the way to kill the enemy, he whose looking is never wasted showed Bhima a twig and, as a sign, made as if to split it. ⁴⁴Bhima of great strength, best of strikers, understood it, took hold of his enemy by the feet, and threw him down to the ground. ⁴⁵He set his own foot on one leg, took the other in both arms, and split him from the fundament upward, as a great elephant splits a branch.

⁴⁶The people saw two halves, each with one leg, one thigh, one testicle, one hip, one back, one chest and one shoulder, one arm, one eye, one brow and one ear. ⁴⁷There was a great cry of grief when the lord of Magadha was killed. Jaya and the Unfallen took Bhima in their arms and honoured him. ⁴⁸The Bhagavan, who brings beings into being, the master whose self cannot be measured, anointed Sahadeva, that king's son, as lord of the Magadhas; and he set free the kshatriyas whom the Magadha had shut up.