My prowess is ashamed; my bow fall off from my hand; my arrows droop; my sight is dimmed with tears; my limbs weaken as do those of men in a dream; thought racks me; and I even desire death.
लज्जतीव हि मे वीर्यं भ्रश्यतीव कराद्धनुः। सायका व्यवसीदन्ति दृष्टिर्बाष्पवशं गता॥