My soldiers will behold me like a cloud discharging torrents of rain at the end of the summer. Today I will, by means of straight arrows, conquer the sons of Pritha.
जीमूतस्येव धर्मान्ते द्रक्ष्यन्ति युधि सैनिकाः॥ जेष्याम्यद्य रणे पार्थं सायकैर्नतपर्वभिः।