Book, Chapter

 1   1, 3|        in the deep and echoing wood!~And as tuskers range the
 2   2, 2|   maiden grace,~And of massive wood unbending, Drupad made a
 3   2, 7|       held that mace of living wood,~Strong as death with deadly
 4   5, 1|       hewed the gnarléd forest wood,~From the stream she fetched
 5   5, 1|   descended, mantling o'er the wood and lea,~Men Draupadi by
 6   5, 6|      woeful plight,~If afar in wood and jungle pass we now the
 7   6, 3|       warrior bold,~Smooth the wood of hardened fibre, and the
 8   6, 3|       my gentle friend,~On the wood are golden bosses, tipped
 9   9, 1|       issued from the seasoned wood,~And like hornéd bulls infuriate
10  10, 2| mansions, dearer in the jungle wood!~Arjun sheathed his flashing
11  10, 2|      quivering in the darksome wood,~With his mended warlike
12  10, 3|   summer's parched and sapless wood,~Kuru's lordless, lifeless
13  10, 4|        shaking all the echoing wood,~Me the thunder-wielding
14  11, 4|        by the artist wove,~Dry wood from the thorny jungle,
15  12, 2|     beasts of prey from jungle wood,~Birds and every egg-born
16  12, 3|    timber, six of hard khadira wood,~Six of seasoned sarvavarnin,
17  12, 3| Himalay grows,~One was made of wood of slesha, which the sacrificer