We will, O son of Sumitrā, anyhow pass the night; let us ourselves procuring (leaves) and spreading them on the ground, anyhow lie down on it.
रात्रिं कथंचिदेवेमां सौमित्रे वर्तयामहे। अपवर्तामहे भूमावास्तीर्य स्वयमर्जितैः॥