To day will I, O bestower of honour, vent my restrained ire and bad blood upon the hostile hosts, like fire set to a heap of hay.
अद्येमं संयतं क्रोधमसत्कारं च मानद॥ मोक्ष्यामि शत्रुसैन्येषु कक्षेष्विव हुताशनम्।