Book, Chapter

 1   1, 7|      gentle consorts, from their parents ever dear,~And Kaikeya with
 2   1, 7|          he loved her, for their parents chose her as his faithful
 3   3, 5|  righteous Bharat gently will my parents tend,~And with fond and
 4   3, 5|         high,~He will soothe our parents' sorrow and their trickling
 5   3, 8|       son?~Old and feeble are my parents, sightless by the will of
 6   3, 8|         monarch, bids my ancient parents die.~Helpless, friendless,
 7   3, 8|        axe to fall?~Hasten to my parents, monarch, soothe their sorrow
 8   3, 8|        pitcher, to his sightless parents went,~Darkly fell the moonless
 9   3, 8|         Come, my son, to waiting parents, wherefore dost thou stay
10   3, 8|      sight of sightless, and thy parents' life and joy,~Wherefore
11   3, 8|          Scarce upon the sonless parents could I lift my aching eye,~
12   3, 8|          And he sorrowed for his parents as his spirit heavenward
13   3, 8|       Long and loud bewailed the parents by the cold unconscious
14   3, 8|         thou shalt know!~See the parents weep and perish, grieving
15   6, 5| heaven-descended! who may be thy parents high,~Rudras or the radiant
16  10, 6|      take,~Raksha born of Raksha parents, dost thou glory in this
17 Epi   |          was taken away from his parents at an early age, and lived