Endowed with humility and righteousness, with asceticism and self-restraint, with valor governed by virtue, and ever speaking the truth, our king, though he suffered many deceits, forgave everything and patiently bore great wrongs. When the eldest son of Pandu, his soul held under proper control, unleashes upon the Kurus his terrible wrath accumulated over the years, then the son of Dhritarashtra will repent this war. As a blazing fire, burning all around, consumes dry grass in the hot season, so will Yudhishthira, inflamed with wrath, consume the army of Dhritarashtra with a single glance of his eye. When the son of Dhritarashtra beholds Bhimasena — that wrathful Pandava of terrible fury, standing on his chariot, mace in hand, pouring out the venom of his anger — then Duryodhana will repent this war. Indeed, when he beholds Bhimasena, who ever fights in the vanguard, clad in armor, whom even his own followers can scarcely bear to look upon, felling hostile heroes and laying waste the enemy's ranks like Yama himself, then the exceedingly vain Duryodhana will remember these words. When he beholds elephants like mountain peaks felled by Bhimasena, blood flowing from their shattered heads like water from broken casks, then the son of Dhritarashtra will repent this war. When the fierce Bhima, mace in hand, of terrible aspect, falls upon the sons of Dhritarashtra and slays them as a great lion falls upon a herd of cattle, then Duryodhana will repent this war. When the heroic Bhima — undaunted even in situations of great peril and skilled in the use of weapons, this grinder of hostile armies in battle — mounts his chariot and single-handedly crushes with his mace throngs of splendid chariots and whole ranks of infantry, seizes the elephants of the enemy army in his iron-hard grip, and mows down the army of Dhritarashtra as a sturdy woodsman fells a forest with his axe, then the son of Dhritarashtra will repent this war. When he sees the army of Dhritarashtra burning like a village full of thatched huts, or a field of ripe grain struck by lightning — indeed, when he sees his vast army scattered, its leaders slain, its men fleeing with their backs to the field, seized with fear, and all his warriors humbled into the dust, scorched by Bhimasena with the fire of his weapons — then the son of Dhritarashtra will repent this war.