O son of Pritha, hearing of the slaughter of those sleeping heroes by Drona's sinful son, grief burns me as if I were in the midst of fire.
प्रसुप्तानां वधं श्रुत्वा द्रौणिना पापकर्मणा। शोकस्तपति मां पार्थ हुताशन इवाश्रयम्॥