Do you (now), O king, take out the arrow. Your sharpened shaft afflicts my marrow, like the tide of a river wearing away a hollowheaving sand bank.
विशल्यं कुरु मां राजन् मर्म मे निशितः शरः॥ रुणद्धि मृदु सोत्सेधं तीरमम्बुरयो यथा।