These enemies, ferocious, meanest of men, and unholy, I continually hurl down to these worlds, only into demoniac wombs. Coming into demoniac wombs, deluded in every birth, they go down to the vilest state, O son of Kunti! without ever coming to me. Threefold is this way to hell, ruinous to the self, lust, anger, and likewise avarice; therefore one should abandon this triad.