O Satvata, I swear by my two sons, by what is dear to me and by the virtuous deeds, if before this night comes to a close I fail to destroy you, you that so much pride on your heroism, together with your sons and younger brothers, unless you are backed up by fishnu, the son of Pritha, then, O wretch of Vrishnis, may I fall into dreadful hell.
शपे सात्वत पुत्राभ्यामिष्टेन सुकृतेन च। अनतीतामिमां रात्रिं यदि त्वां वीरमानिनम्॥ अरक्ष्यमाणं पार्थन जिष्णुना ससुतानुजम्। न हन्यां नरके घोरे पतेयं वृष्णिपांसन॥