You fool, my Lord won’t be visible to wicked minds

leave this place now, you heinous fellow

Alas! Alas! how will the inept servant of

my son-in-law know about my fame?

Know that Siva is the Lord of your father

and the whole world, and I am his servant

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;