With your weapons exhausted, the coat of mail mutilated, arrows reduced and without quiver, with your horses and charioteer worn out with fatigue and yourself wounded with shafts by the enemies, when you will encounter Partha, O son of Radha, you will be a butt of ridicule.
क्षीणशस्त्रास्त्रकवचः क्षीणबाणो विबाणधिः। श्रान्तसारथिवाहश्च च्छन्नोऽस्त्रैररिभिस्तथा।॥ पार्थमासाद्य राधेय उपहास्यो भविष्यसि।