'Alas, he whose mace-like arms once bore the scars of his bowstring’s strokes, now hides those very wrists beneath bracelets of conch-shells, weighed down by sorrow. Alas, that same Dhananjaya, whose bowstring’s twang and the clash of his leathern armguards once struck terror into every enemy, now spends his days delighting women with music and song.' ।। 4-18-12 ।।
'Alas, that Dhananjaya—whose head was once adorned with a diadem radiant as the sun— now wears his hair in braids ending in unsightly curls.' ।। 4-18-13 ।।
'O Bhima, to see that mighty bowman, Arjuna, standing among women with his hair thus arranged, pierces my heart with sorrow. He, the high-souled hero, master of all celestial weapons and the repository of every sacred science, now wears earrings—like a woman.' ।। 4-18-14 ।।
'That very youth—whom even kings of incomparable might could not overcome in battle, just as the waters of the mighty ocean cannot cross beyond the continents.' ।। 4-18-15 ।।