flowed from my body.  For fear of (disturbing the slumber of) my preceptor I did not move my limb.  Awaking, the brahmana, however, beheld what had taken place.  Witnessing my patience he addressed me, saying, ’Thou art never a brahmana.  Tell me truly who thou art.’  I then, O Shalya, truly informed him of myself, saying that I was a Suta.  Hearing my words, the great ascetic, his heart filled with rage, cursed me, saying, ’In consequence of the deception, O Suta, by which thou hast obtained this weapon, it will never, at the time of need, when the hour of thy death comes, occur to thy memory.  Brahma cannot certainly reside in one that is not a brahmana.’  I have forgotten that great weapon in this fierce and terrible battle.  He amongst the Bharatas, O Shalya, who is accomplished, who is an effectual smiter, who is universal destroyer, and who is exceedingly terrible, (viz., Arjuna),—­that mighty crusher,—­I think, will burn many foremost of kshatriyas.  Know, however, O Shalya, that I will slay in battle that fierce bowman, that foremost of warriors, that hero endued with activity, that terrible person whose energy is unbearable, that warrior whose promises are accomplished, that son of Pandu, viz., Dhananjaya.  I have that weapon (at least) under my control today with which I will be able to destroy large numbers of foes.  I will slay in battle that scorcher of enemies, that mighty warrior accomplished in weapons, that fierce bowman of immeasurable energy, that cruel and terrible hero, that great resister of enemies, viz., Dhananjaya.  The immeasurable Ocean, that lord of all waters, rusheth with fierce impetuosity for overwhelming innumerable creatures.  The continent, however, holds and checks him.  Today, in this world, I will resist in fight the son of Kunti, that foremost of all drawers of the bow-string, while he will be engaged in ceaselessly shooting his countless shafts equipped with goodly wings, destructive of heroes, capable of penetrating into every limb and none of which becomes futile.  Like the continent resisting the Ocean, I will today resist that mightiest of the mighty, that great warrior possessing the highest weapons, that hero like unto the Ocean’s self of far-reaching arrows, fierce, and having shafts for his waves, while he will be engaged in overwhelming (hostile) kings.  Behold today the fierce battle I fight with him that hath no equal, I think, among men wielding the bow, and that would vanquish the very gods united with the Asuras.  Exceedingly proud is that son of Pandu.  Desirous of battle he will approach me with his mighty and super-human weapons.  Baffling his weapons with my own weapons in battle, I shall today overthrow that Partha with my own excellent shafts.  Scorching his foes like the Sun endued with fiery rays, and blazing with flame like that dispeller of the darkness, I shall, like a mass of clouds, completely shroud Dhananjaya today with my shafts.  Like the clouds extinguishing a blazing fire of great energy and smoke-mixed