As the result of my evil counsels, that scion of the Bharata race, scattering like Indra himself an inexhaustible shower of arrows, killed in battle one hundred millions of warriors in ten days. He now lies on the bare ground though he deserved it not on the field of battle deprived of life like a great tree uprooted by the wind.
यः स शक्र इवाक्षय्यं वर्ष शरमयं क्षिपन्। जघान युधि योधानामर्बुद दशभिर्दिनैः॥ स शेते निहतो भूमौ वातभुग्न इव दुमः। मम दुर्मन्त्रितेनाजौ यथा नार्हति भारत॥