Chapter I Sloka30

ga{fIv< ô<ste hStaÅv‹Ev pirdýte,
n c z²aeMyvSwatu< æmtIv c me mn>.

g˜õýeevaÕ straÕsate hast˜t
tvakcaiva paridahyate |
na ca þaknomyavasth˜tuÕ 
bhramateeva ca me mana× ( 1|30)||

The (bow) Gandiva slips from my hand,
and also my skin burns all over;
I am unable even to stand and
my mind is reeling, as it were.