In plain words
The one who is afraid, the one dazed by misery, the one who in sleep has forgotten himself, the one who has drunk wine for pleasure, the one who, broken, has fled, the meek and dull of mind, the one who cries ‘Save me!’ aloud, and women: to kill them is not Dharma, Phalguna!
she said. “Arjuna! Will you let Aśvatthāmā go because you listened to a woman's words?” Bhīma flared up. Then Arjuna, “Draupadī! I have vowed to kill Aśvatthāmā, have I not!” When he said this, “If you take his crest-jewel, shave his head and push him out, that is as good as taking his life,” she told him. Following her advice, Arjuna disgraced Aśvatthāmā and let him go.
The son of Indra, praised by the whole world, the great hero, with his fearsome sword shaved off Aśvatthāmā's hair; the great jewel in his crest he took, so that his lasting fame might shine; the many ropes that bound him he untied in good faith, and pushed him out to leave the grounds of the camp.
Once, Draupadī was sitting alone on the bank of a river. Dharmarāja, Bhīma, Arjuna, Nakula and Sahadeva: none of them was there. At that time she took a hair from her head, recited many mantras and let it go into the water. That one hair bound all the hills around. Later many yogīs inquired deeply into this event. They recognised that it was the power of Draupadī's hair. The ancient ṛṣis did not cut their hair. The hair that grew from their bodies was sacred and full of great power. No one can understand a truth of this kind. Man today, with so many such powers and capacities, cannot recognise his own true nature. Born in humanness, he forgets humanness itself and fosters the demonic. A human being is one who has the quality that makes humanness blossom.