Having killed the Panchalas, those destroyers of my father in the night when they are buried in sleep, I care not if I am born as a warın or an insect in my next birth.
पितृहन्तनहं हत्वा पञ्चालान् निशि सौप्तिके। कामं कीटः पतङ्गो वा जन्म प्राप्य भवामि वै॥