"Behold Karna, the great archer, standing with bow in hand, at midnight, in a dreadful hour, like the blazing sun. This is the sound of those struck down by Karna's arrows, crying out — it is heard unceasing, o Partha, of your kinsmen, as of the helpless. As I see him loosing and fitting swift arrows to the string, victorious in valor, he will surely destroy us. Whatever task here is immediate, whatever you see as fitting for the hour, connected with the slaying of Karna — do that, o Dhananjaya."