Verse 9

⁹Save me, save me, great yogin, god of gods, lord of the world. I see no freedom from fear but you, where death is set against death. ¹⁰Lord, an arrow of heated iron rushes upon me, mighty one. Let it burn me if it will, master: only let my child not be struck down. ¹¹Taking in what she said, the Bhagavan, tender to those devoted to him, understood it to be Drona's son's weapon, meant to leave the Pandavas without an heir. ¹²Just then, best of sages, the Pandavas, seeing five blazing arrows coming straight at them, took up their own weapons. ¹³Seeing that danger of theirs, whose selves had no other object, the mighty one made a guard for his own with his own weapon, the Sudarsana.

¹⁴Standing within all beings, the Self, Hari, lord of yoga, covered with his own maya the womb of Virata's daughter, for the continuing of the Kurus. ¹⁵Though the weapon headed by Brahma does not fail and has no counter, best of the Bhrgus, it came upon the might of Visnu and was quenched. ¹⁶Do not take this for a wonder in the Unfallen, in whom all wonders lie, who unborn sends forth this world by the goddess maya, and guards it, and destroys it.