O fore sightless sons of Dhritarashtra, O wicked men, enjoy your success. The gods are certainly favourable to you. Because Yudhisthira does not order me, (to kill you) therefore, O wretched men, live till then. Else angry as I am, I would have even this very day sent you (Duryodhana) with your sons and ministers and with Karna and the son of Subala (Sakuni) to the land of the dead. What can I do, so long the king (Yudhisthira) is not angry. O vicious men, the eldest of the Pandavas, Yudhisthira, is a virtuous minded man." Having said this, the mighty armed (Bhima), his mind inflamed with wrath. Squeezed his palms and sighed with a sorrowful mind. Like an extinguished fire blazed up, again in sorrowful mind. Vrikodara saw his brothers sleeping like ordinary men in trustfulness on the ground.