Possessed of soft and curling hair-ends, of tender years, of eyes like those of a young gazelle graced with the tread of an infuriate elephant, resembling an offshoot of a Shala tree. Of sweet speeches attended with smiles, modest, ever ready to carry out the behests of his venerables, achieving in tender years, feats worthy of mature age, sweet-spoken, free from animosity. Of mighty energy and prowess, of eyes resembling large lotus-petals, ever merciful towards his followers, self-possessed, never pursuing mean objects and men. Ever grateful, endued with the knowledge of all things, unretreating and accomplished in the use of all kinds of weapons, ever delighting in battle and ever enhancing the terror of his adversaries. Always intent on bringing about the welfare of his own party, ever desirous of seeing victory secured by his own sires, never striking first in battle, never daunted in fight. Oh! if, I do not see such a son of mine, I shall carry me to the abode of Death.