Really, my heart is pretty well hard and seems to be made up of the essence of the thunder-bolt, because it does not split up into thousand pieces on my hearing of the death of Karna.
वज्रसारमयं नूनं हृदयं दुर्भिदं मम। यच्छ्रुत्वा पुरुषव्याघ्रं हतं कर्णं न दीर्यते॥