Book, Chapter

 1   2, 2 |          the red field covered o'er!~Now the festal day approacheth!
 2   2, 2 |      ranks of gathered nations o'er the wide and spacious plain,~
 3   3, 7 |          realms we go,~Emperor o'er earthly rulers, blessings
 4   4, 4 |          sacrificial fire,~And o'er sacred rights of homa Brahmans
 5   5, 1 |     shades descended, mantling o'er the wood and lea,~Men Draupadi
 6   5, 2 |    duty-loving husband watches o'er his consort's ways,~That
 7   5, 3 | short-lived, fated bridegroom ne'er my child shall be allied,~
 8   5, 4 |          nullahs gently roll'd o'er rocky bed,~Flower-decked
 9   5, 4 |        linger for a sleep doth o'er me steal."~With a wild and
10   6, 3 |          arms of war to wield?~O'er a game they lost their empire
11   7, 1 |          and graceful garlands o'er the golden cushions shone!~
12   7, 1 |       days of dark concealment o'er,~Youthful princes in their
13   7, 2 |      blood of Vrishnis mantled o'er his lofty brow:~"Ye have
14   7, 8 |    survivors they shall wander o'er the earth,~Curse the fatal
15   7, 10|       darkening sorrow shadows o'er my bitter fate,~That ye
16   8, 2 |    glorious palm-tree standard o'er the field of battle rose,~
17   8, 8 |       sea-birds skimming gaily o'er the bosom of the deep,~Five
18   9, 1 |        not to Yudhishthir save o'er blood of Arjun shed!"~Morning
19   9, 1 |         cry resounded circling o'er the battle-field,~Drona
20   9, 1 |       drew her peaceful mantle o'er the living and the slain!~
21   9, 2 |         drove resistless Drona o'er the dying and the dead!~
22   9, 2 |          foeman Arjun sweeping o'er the red field of the war!~
23   9, 3 |     blood-red morning purpling o'er the angry east,~Fatal day
24   9, 4 |      thundered Arjun's chariot o'er the dying and the slain,~
25   9, 4 |         mantling darkness fell o'er distant hill an d plain,~
26   9, 5 |         cry of nameless terror o'er the red and ghastly plain,~
27  10, 1 |         cloth of finest lustre o'er his crownéd head they spread,~
28  10, 1 |          sable garment mantled o'er the battle-field,~And the
29  10, 2 |         proud Karna's shall be o'er,~Room is none for Arjun'
30  10, 2 |      lightning-wingéd coursers o'er the startled field of war,~
31  10, 2 |         to fly,~Arjun lords it o'er the battle like the comet
32  10, 2 |        cloud of anger darkened o'er his livid face,~And he drew
33  10, 2 |         blood of anger mantled o'er this rugged brow,~Pardon
34  10, 3 |   lifeless lay,~Ghast and Pale o'er slaughtered thousands fell
35  10, 3 |     fresh'ning waters sweeping o'er the grateful land!~As a
36  10, 4 |      earth the voice re-echoed o'er her distant hill and dale,~
37  10, 4 |          in consternation flew o'er land and azure sky,~Men
38  10, 4 |   shadows of the midnight fell o'er battle's silent plain,~Faintly
39  11, 2 |          the red field covered o'er,~Elephants and steeds of
40  11, 2 |     long-drawn howl of jackals o'er the scene of carnage rings,~
41  11, 2 |       pain and wail of anguish o'er the ghastly field resound,~
42  11, 3 |         slayed!~Thirteen years o'er Kuru's empire proud Duryodhan
43  11, 4 |        and the sacred rite was o'er,~Dhrita-rashtra and Yudhishthir
44  11, 5 |         of keener sorrow swept o'er Pritha's heaving breast,~
45  12, 3 |    sweetness spreads her smile o'er all the land!~Day by day
46 End    |        Dhrita-rashtra who doth o'er Gandharvas reign,~This is