That highly-blessed lady is always weakening herself with the austerest of penances. Hearing of the death of her sons and grandsons, she will forsooth, reduce us to ashes. It is time, O hero, I think, for pacifying her.
सा हि नित्यं महाभाग तपसोग्रेण कर्शिता। पुत्रपौत्रवधं श्रुत्वा ध्रुवं नः सम्प्रधक्ष्यति॥ तस्याः प्रसादनं वीर प्राप्तकालं मतं मम।