My brother, hear clearly this younger brother’s words

Is there any kinship as strong as blood ties? 

It is now very clear Karna is deceitful

We must kill Karna the snake before he bites your

hand that fed him milk and nourished him

I will kill the traitor in secrecy at night 

Please give me permission to do that

I bow at your feet, my brother, O king

To slay Bheema and his wretched gang

Won’t a delay prove harmful, my Kuru chief?

The flames of enmity are burning in our hearts

Shouldn’t we quench that fire with their blood?

Our spirited soldiers impatient for war 

are arrayed in formation. Isn’t it time to move?

Strategists and ministers have come to see you;