Ethics of war were not followed,
Neither by the army under me,
Nor by that wise commander,
I shattered all the regulations,
Especially the ones formulated by me.
I, Đroņa, was a war criminal,
They had him surrounded when
I commanded Abhimanyu's killing.
Classical rules of war idealized,
Don't attack the outnumbered enemy,
I helped form the Chakravyuha,
A forbidden aggressive war formation,
'Abhimanyu' was killed by many,
He was so outnumbered by our army,
Đraupađi, his mother, cursed me,
She cursed I'll die lamenting my son.

You came to my life, Drona,
And so started metamorphosis.

You came to my life, Kripi,
And so came the stability.

Oh you brought about the changes sweetly,
I rediscovered a new person in me, Drona.

Just like you have brought tranquility,
I have known what's actual peace, Kripi.

I wish you and only you in my dreams,
Come and save me from myself, Drona.

These nightmares and visions are done plaguing you,
Now let me plant my sweet dreams & thoughts in you, Kripi.

**Together we will scale new peaks and cover new skies oh lover,
This sweet dream we are living is far from getting yet over.