Alas, the whole Earth has been devastated by him, with her horses, elephants and men. Many great kings, rulers of various kingdoms, came for helping my son and succumbed to death. Alas, leaving their beloved father and wives and their very life-breaths, all those heroes have become guests of the king of the dead. What end, O twice-born one, has been attained by those men who have killed, for the sake of their friend, in battle? What end also has attained by my sons and grandsons who have fallen in the battle? My heart is always pained at the thought of my having brought about the destruction of the powerful Bhishma, the son of Shantanu, and of Drona, that foremost of Brahmanas, through my foolish and sinful son who was an injurer of his friends.
घातिता पृथिवी येन सहया सनरद्विपा। राजानश्च महात्मानो नानाजनपदेश्वराः॥ आगम्य मम पुत्रार्थे सर्वे मृत्युवशं गताः। ये ते पितूंश्च दारांश्च प्राणांश्च मनसः प्रियान्॥ परित्यज्य गताः शूराः प्रेतराजनिवेशनम्। का नु तेषां गतिर्ब्रह्मन् मित्रार्थे ये हता मृधे॥ तथैव पुत्रपौत्राणां मम ये निहता युधि। दूयते मे मनोऽभीक्ष्णं घातयित्वा महाबलम्॥ भीष्मं शान्तनवं वृद्धं द्रोणं च द्विजसत्तमम्। मम पुत्रेण मूढेन पापेनाकृतबुद्धिना॥