The Panchala prince tore Ashvatthaman with his nails and at last slowly said, — 'O preceptor's son, kill me with a weapon, do not delay. O best of men, let me, through you go to the blessed regions.'
आचार्यपुत्र शस्त्रेण जहि मां मा चिरं कृथाः। त्वत्कृते सुकृताँल्लोकान् गच्छेयं द्विपदां वर॥