Sanjaya said Hearing that Karna of great prowess was still alive and being angry with Phalguna, Yudhishthira, the Pritha's son of incomparable energy, who had been wounded by Karna with arrows, said to Dhananjayaविप्रद्रुता तात चमूसत्वदीया

“Your army, my brother, must have been disgraced today and fled away, stricken with fear. And you have come here forsaking Bhima because you have not been able to kill Karna.

Shame it is, O Partha, that you did enter into Kunti's womb. It did not become you to leave behind Bhima in the battle-field because you could not slay Karna.

You said to me, O Partha, in the Daita forest that you would kill Karna with no one on your car. Why have you then, afraid of Karna, come here avoiding him and leaving behind Bhima.

If you had said in the Daita forest 'O king, I won't be able to kill Karna, we would have in time, O Partha, made some befitting arrangements.

Having promised to kill him, O hero, you have not kept your promise. Having launched us in the midst of our enemies why have you shattered us into pieces by wrecking us on a rock?

O Arjuna, we showered many a blessing on you because we expected much good of you. But all our hopes, O prince, are frustrated, like that of a man expecting fruits from a tree and getting flowers instead.

Like a hook hidden in a fish, like poison mixed up with food, you did for nothing point out to our covetuous selves this destruction in the shape of kingdom.

For these thirteen years, O Dhananjaya, we have been hoping and expecting much of you on even like the seeds sown earth in expectation of rains from gods in season.

O you of wicked sense, an invisible voice from the sky said to Pritha, on the seventh day from your birth; ‘This son born to you will be powerful like Vasava. He will vanquish all his powerful enemies. Gifted with a superior energy he will defeat at Khandava all the gods assisted by other creatures. He ill conquer the Madra, the Kalingas and the Kaikeyas. He will kill the Kurus in the midst of numbers of kings.

There will be no archer superior to him and none will be able to discomfort him. This boy, being the master of his own senses and adept in all the branches of knowledge, will subjugate all the living beings at his will.

O Kunti, this magnanimous son of yours will be handsome like the Soma, swift like the Wind, patient like Sumeru, forbearing like the Earth, effulgent like Sun. wealthy like Kubera, valiant and powerful like Vishnu. This son of yours, even like Aditi's son Vishnu, the slayer of foes, has taken his being in order to bring victory to his kins and deal destruction to the enemies. This boy of indomitable valour will be far-famed and the founder of a dynasty.'

Even that celestial voice resounding in the skies reached the ears of the Maharsis living on the peaks of the Satasringa mountains. But now that voice comes to be untrue. It seems, therefore, that the gods too speak falsehood.

The praises which the saintly beings used to lavish upon you, never made me expect Suyodhana's success nor even did I think that you will be paralised with the fear of Karna.

"Duryodhana had already forecasted that "Arjuna will not able to stay before Karna, the great mighty warrior in battle." Owing to ignorance, I was not confirmed to my mind on such forecast.

"This is the reason, I am in such grievous state today. I am in hellish calamity because so badly trapped in the gigantic lobby of enemies. O Arjuna! You would have better to tell earlier that you will not involve yourself in battle against Karna, the son of charioteer." Had it made clear on your part, I would have not invited in the circumstance, Srinjayas, Kekayas and other several friends for support in battle.

When this is the situation today, what act can I perform in this battle against Karna, the son of a charioteer, king Duryodhana and other countless warriors who have gathered here for battle?

O Sri Krishna! I am now enslaved / subjugated by Karna, the son of a charioteer in the presence of all Kauravas, friends and other all who have come and assembled here for participating in the battle. Shame to such life as I am living.

O Partha! Had Abhimanyu, the best chariot fighter still living, the enemies would have severely killed by him. So, gross humiliation would not have to born with were he lived. Had Ghatotkaca living I would have not shown back to battle-field.

It seems with certainty that the debited account of sins committed earlier coupled with misfortune have gathered momentum to harass me at this juncture of life. Wicked Kara has humiliated me by treating you as brittle as a straw. Karna had behead with me as if I am without siblings and relations and a helpless man.

Our ancient sages have stated that sibling is the man who defends the man from adversity befallen and he is real friend also. This is the everlasting deed (religion) observed by the gentlemen.

You ride upon a car especially made by the celestial artisan (Visvakarma) himself, the axles of which move smoothly and without any noise. You have the standard of an ape, you hold a sword bedecked with gold and tied with silk and your bow Gandiva is as lengthy as the palm tree, even you have Kesava for your charioteer. Why then, O Partha, have you come back from the field of battle, for fear of Karna?

If you, O wretch, had even made over your bow to Kesava and contented yourself by being his charioteer, he would have slain that fearful Karna, as the lords of the Maruts (Shakra) slew with thunder the Asura known by the name of Vritra.

If you are unable to resist the fearful Karna in his march on the field today, then do make over this your Gandiva to any other king who is your superior in the use of weapons.

The world will not then seen us bereft of family and children, deprived of our happiness and kingdom and sunk, O son of Pandu, into the fathomless abyss of the hell of torment.

It would have been better had come out in the fifth months as an abortion, or better still, if you would not have taken your being in the womb of Kunti, than, O vile wretch, being born of a royal line, to show your back in the battle-field.

Fie to your Gandiva! Fie to the strength of your arms, fie to your numberless arrows, fie to your standard bearing the ensign of an ape on it and fie to your car presented to you by the god of fire!