When he sees the terrible host of arrows, with sharp edges having beautiful feathers and able to penetrate into the vitals shot from the string of the Gandiva bow, like terrible flashes of lightning proceeding from clouds, killing thousands of the host of enemies and devouring innumerable horses and elephants clad in mail; then will the son of Dhritarashtra repent for the war.
बलाहकादुच्चरतः सुभीमान् विद्युत्स्फुलिङ्गानिव घोररूपान्। सहस्रघ्नान् द्विषतां सङ्गरेषु अस्थिच्छिदो मर्मभिदः सुपुङ्खान्॥ यदा द्रष्टा ज्यामुखाद् बाणसंघान् गाण्डीवमुक्तानापतत: शिताग्रान्। स्तदा युद्धं धार्तराष्ट्रोऽन्वतप्स्यत्॥