Becoming a hermit, O Bhima, do you began eating fruits, O wicked-minded wretch. O son of Kunti, betake to the forest, for you are incapable of fighting.
मुनिर्भूत्वाथवा भीम फलान्यादत्ख दुर्मते। वनाय व्रज कौन्तेय न त्वं युद्धविशारदः॥