When Duryodhana sees all his soldiers overpowered and runring away all sides with their bodies cut open, senseless and his horses, commanders rulers killed, his army thirsty, struck with fear, crying piteously for help, dead and dying, with their animals rendered faint and hair, bones and heads strewn about as if they were really the work of the Lord of creatures; then will that man of weak intellect repent.
कान्दिग्भूतं छिन्नगात्रं विसंज्ञं दुर्योधनो द्रक्ष्यति सर्वसैन्यम्। हताश्ववीराग्रयनरेन्द्रनागं पिपासितं श्रान्तपत्रं भयार्तम्॥ आर्तस्वरं हन्यमानं हतं च विकीर्णकेशास्थिकपालसंघम्। प्रजापतेः कर्म यथार्थनिष्ठितं तदा दृष्ट्वा तप्स्यति मन्दबुद्धिः॥