When Nakula — that warrior of wondrous feats, that foremost of all chariot-warriors, skillfully loosing hundreds of arrows — maims the chariot-warriors of Duryodhana, then the son of Dhritarashtra will repent this war. Accustomed to enjoying every comfort and luxury of life, when Nakula, remembering that bed of sorrow on which he slept so long in the forest, pours out the venom of his wrath like an enraged serpent, then the son of Dhritarashtra will repent this war. Ready to give up their lives, the allied kings, O Suta, summoned to battle by the righteous King Yudhishthira, will fiercely advance on their splendid chariots against the enemy army. Beholding this, the son of Dhritarashtra will surely have to repent. When the prince of the Kurus sees the five heroic sons of Draupadi — tender in years but not in deeds, all well-versed in arms — hurl themselves, heedless of their lives, against the Kauravas, then this son of Dhritarashtra will repent this war. When Sahadeva, bent upon bloody slaughter, seated on his chariot with noiseless wheels whose motion nothing can stop, studded with golden stars and drawn by well-trained horses, sends the heads of kings rolling across the battlefield with volleys of arrows — indeed, when he is seen, this warrior skilled in arms, seated on his chariot amid that terrible chaos, turning now left, now right, and falling upon the foe from every side — then the son of Dhritarashtra will repent this war. Indeed, when the modest yet mighty Sahadeva, seasoned in battle, truthful, versed in all the ways of morality, endowed with great vigor and swiftness, falls upon the son of Gandhari in fierce combat and routs all his followers, then the son of Dhritarashtra will repent this war. When he sees the sons of Draupadi, those great archers, those heroes skilled in arms and well-versed in every mode of chariot warfare, hurling themselves at the enemy like venomous serpents, then the son of Dhritarashtra will repent this war. When that slayer of hostile heroes, Abhimanyu, skilled in arms as Krishna himself, overcomes the enemy pouring down upon them a dense shower of arrows like the very clouds, then the son of Dhritarashtra will repent this war. Indeed, when he sees this son of Subhadra — a child in years but not in vigor, skilled in the use of weapons and like Indra himself — falling upon the ranks of the enemy like the very spirit of Death, then the son of Dhritarashtra will repent this war.