Eating into my very vitals, and penetrating even through my invulnerable armour, these arrows are striking like so many bludgeons. Surely they are not Shikhandin's. Of the touch like that of a Brahmana's rod, of velocity like that of the thunder bolt and incapable of being repulsed, these arrows are sucking out my vital energies. Surely they are not Shikhandin's.
निकृन्तमाना मर्माणि दृढावरणभेदिनः॥ मुसला इव मे नन्ति नेमे बाणाः शिखण्डिनः। वज्रदण्डसमस्पर्शा वज्रवेगदुरासदाः॥ मम प्राणानारुजन्ति नेमे बाणा: शिखण्डिनः।