Let me, once again, indulge myself in the luxury of singing my own praise in your presence. In all this wide world I have no rival in archery. And who is there to match me in prowess? Then again what soul is there that can equal me in mercy? While in fire and fury I yield to none.
भवत्सकाशे वक्ष्ये च पुनरेवात्मस्तवम्॥ धनुर्वेद मत्समो नास्ति लोके पराक्रमे वा मम कोऽस्ति तुल्यः। स्तथा क्रोधे सदृशोऽन्यो मेऽस्ति॥