When that fool hears the fierce twanging sound produced by the contact of the leather covering fingers with the string of the bow, resembling the roaring of thunder and the great battle field covered with smoke by my Gandiva bow; then will the foolish son of Dhritarashtra of weak intellect repent on seeing himself helpless, his soldiers destroyed in the darkness produced by the raining of arrows like herds of cows, before the actual fighting commences.
यदा मौास्तलनिष्पेषमुग्रं महाशब्दं वज्रनिष्पेषतुल्यम्। विधूयमानस्य महारणे मया स गाण्डिवस्य श्रोष्यति मन्दबुद्धिः॥ स्तप्ता युद्धे दुर्मतिर्दुःसहायः। दृष्ट्रा सैन्यं बाणवर्षान्धकारे प्रभज्यन्तं गोकुलवद् रणाचे॥