perpetrator of unrighteous deeds.  Mild or violent, let the means be what they will, I shall effect the destruction of all the Panchalas before peace becomes mine.  O Kaurava!  O tiger among men, persons desire children so that obtaining them they may be rescued from great fears both here and hereafter.  My sire, however, fell unto that plight, like a friendless creature, although myself am alive, his disciple and son, resembling a mountain (in might).  Fie on my celestial weapons.  Fie on my arms.  Fie on my prowess.  Since Drona, although he had a son in me, had his locks seized!  I shall, therefore, O chief of the Bharatas, now achieve that by which I may be freed from the debt I owe to my sire, now gone to the other world.  He that is good never indulges in self-praise.  Unable, however, to brook the slaughter of my sire, I speak of my prowess.  Let the Pandavas, with Janardana among them, behold my energy today, while I grind all their troops, achieving what is done (by the destroyer himself) at the end of the Yuga.  Neither the gods, nor the Gandharvas, nor the Asuras, the Uragas, and the Rakshasas, nor all the foremost of men, shall today be able to vanquish me on my car in battle.  There is none in the world equal to me or Arjuna in knowledge of weapons.  Entering into the midst of the troops, like the sun himself in the midst of his blazing rays, I shall today use my celestial weapons.  Today, applied by me, innumerable shafts, sped from my bow in dreadful battle, displaying their terrible energy, I shall grind the Pandavas.  Today, all the points of the compass, O king will be seen by the warriors of our army shrouded with my winged arrows of keen points, as if with torrents of rain.  Scattering showers of shafts on all sides with a loud noise, I shall overthrow my foes, like a tempest felling trees.  Neither Vibhatsu, nor Janardana, nor Bhimasena, nor Nakula, nor Sahadeva, nor king Yudhishthira, nor Prishata’s wicked-souled son (Dhrishtadyumna), nor Sikhandin, nor Satyaki, O Kauravya, knoweth that weapon which I have, along with the mantras, for hurting and withdrawing it.  Formerly on one occasion, Narayana, assuming the from of a Brahmana, came to my father.  Bowing unto him, my father presented his offerings unto him in due form.  Taking them himself, the divine Lord offered to give him a boon.  My father then solicited that supreme weapon called Narayana.  The divine Lord, the foremost of all gods, addressing my sire, said, No man shall ever become thy equal in battle.  This weapon, however, O Brahmana, should never be used in haste.  It never comes back without effecting the destruction of the foe.  I know none whom it may not slay, O lord!  Indeed, It would slay even the unslayable.  Therefore, it should not be used (without the greatest deliberation).  This mighty weapon, O scorcher of foes, should never be hurled upon persons that abandon their cars or weapons in battle, or upon those that seek for quarter or those that wield themselves up.  He who seeketh