Such a city of yours, protected by me, will be on the car driven by me; holding the bow of Gandiva it will be incapable of being vanquished by the hostile army. So, O son of Virata, let your fear be dispelled.
नगरं ते मया गुप्तं रथोपस्थं भविष्यति॥ अधिष्ठितो मया संख्ये रथो गाण्डीवधन्वना। अजेयः शत्रुसैन्यानां वैराटे व्येतु ते भयम्॥