Hearing those indistinct sounds of his, Drona's son said,-'O wretch of your race, there is no region for those that kill their preceptor. For this, O wicked man, you do not deserve to be killed with any weapon.'
तस्याव्यक्तां तु तां वाचं संश्रुत्य द्रौणिरब्रवीत्। ते आचार्यघातिना लोका न सन्ति कुलपांसन॥ तस्माच्छस्त्रेण निधनं न त्वमर्हसि दुर्मते।