Speedily bounding out of that steedless chariot, Shakuni, the best of men, with eyes flaming with wrath and stretched bow, took his stand on the ground, breathing all the while heavy breaths.
हताश्वं रथमुत्सृज्य त्वरमाणो नरोत्तमः। तस्थौ विस्फारयंश्चापं क्रोधरक्तेक्षणः श्वसन्॥