How could the fierce bowmen (of the Kaurava) hosts, ruthless and cruel, have sped their arrows capable of penetrating to the very vitals, at that boy of tender years, that son of mine and the nephew of Madhava?
कथं बाले महेष्वासा नृशंसा मर्मभेदिनः॥ स्वस्रीये वासुदेवस्य मम पुत्रेऽक्षिपञ्शरान्।