With eyes reddened in wrath, Bhimascna, that grinder of hostile armies, once more said these words. Listen to thein, O king, we will now dance and call them Cows!-who formerly insulted us by calling us so. We have no deceipt, no fire, no match at dice, no deception! Depending upon the strength of our own arins we our resist and check foes!-Having brought those fierce hostilities to a close, Vrikodara once more slowly and laughingly said these words unto Yudhisthira and Keshava and the Shrinjayas and Dhananjaya and the two sons of Madri.
तथैवः क्रोधसंरक्तो भीमः परबलार्दनः॥ पुनरेवाब्रवीद् वाक्यं यत् तच्छृणु नराधिप येऽस्मान् पुरोपनृत्यन्त मूढा गौरिति गौरिति॥ तान् वयं प्रतिनृत्यामः पुनर्गौरिति गौरिति। नास्माकं निकृतिर्वह्नि क्षयूतं न वञ्चना। स्वबाहुबलमाश्रित्य प्रबाधामो वयं रिपून्॥ सोऽवाप्य वैरस्य परस्य पारं वृकोदरः प्राह शनैः प्रहस्या युधिष्ठिरं केशवसंजयांश्च धनंजयं माद्रवतीसुतौ च॥