The sun has not set. There still remains four nazhika (unit of time) for that.. This darkness is the shadow of your death.

Hey! Son of Kunthi, your oath was indeed strange?  Where is your companion, Krishana? Oho! Since  the Sun is set he might have gone after those Gopikas.

Now that your oath has been in vain, jump in fire and immolate yourslef.

Don’t worry, my friend Arjuna. Your Oath will not be in vain.

I shall mask the sun soon and create a fake sunset.

Thinking that the Sun has set, Jayadrathan will come out. You may immediately kill him.

Do not let his head fall on ground. With your arrows let it fall on his father’s (Vrudhakhatra) hand.

Sloka:

Hearing about the Oath of Arjuna, Jayadratha planned to hide in the war field out of fear. War continued and when  only a short time was left for sunset, Arjuan furiously bid Jayadratha for a fight.

Hey! Jayadratha, why are you hiding like a coward? Come out and fight me face to face like a warriror.

Hi, Duryodhana ! Why this foul play in the war.  Let your brother-in-law come out for combat.

I will take revenge on Jayadratha, who cheated in warm.

Tomorrow before sunset, I shall kill him.. I swear!

And if I am not able kill him, I shall immolate myself with my bow the Gandiva.

O! Arjuna. your brothers, Dharmaja etc will not have any mishap in this war.

No doubt, today’s war which you led was matchless and you did it without any break.

With the grace of Lord Siva, you were able to kill all those suicide squads.

Exhaustion from the incessant battle is causing your worries. Let us go to the camp and take rest.

I shall frustrate the valour of our enemies, the Pandavas. My sword shall sever their five heads, for sure. I am starting now with a huge army.

Sloka:

Restless Nala grew over Narada’s word,

And hurt his mind was with arrows of the love-lord,

Assigning the reins of the kingdom to the nobles

He left his self in isolation in the palace gardens.

(Nala in contemplation):

This garden is so very deserted,

That is its only quality making me feel light-hearted.

But the gods to me no more look so benign,

Neither is the lord of lust with his fish-ensign.

The objects in the garden only sharpen my woe,