O son of Pritha what misfortune is this that your arrows, dreadful like the bolt of Heaven and capable of piercing through the body of the enemy, produce no effect today?
वज्राशनिसमा घोराः परकायावभेदिनः। शराः कुर्वन्ति ते नार्थं पार्थ काऽद्य विडम्बना॥