O my son, you who are hard to conquer, were brought forth in my father's place by me, and you then wore earrings, and were clad in coats of mail, like a divine being endued with great beauty.
कुण्डली बद्धकवचो देवगर्भः श्रिया वृतः। जातस्त्वमसि दुर्धर्षं मया पुत्र पितुर्गुहे॥