Book, Chapter

 1   1, 6 |        Arjun, speak with arrows keen,~Till I lay thee, witness
 2   3, 3 | faultless reasons often failed,~Keen disputants like the falcon
 3   4, 1 |       questioned she in anguish keen,~"Doth a crownéd king and
 4   4, 1 |      their vengeance fierce and keen,~Dragged her in her slipping
 5   4, 3 |         fling on us this insult keen,~Hadst thou, noble king
 6   6, 2 |         this contest fierce and keen."~Fair Draupadi, guised
 7   6, 3 |         their hue,~Made of iron keen and whetted, whose may be
 8   6, 3 |        gleam in gold,~And these keen and boar-eared arrows speak
 9   6, 3 |         the blade is bright and keen,~Next this scimitar so curious
10   7, 8 |         by vengeance fierce and keen,~For thy father weeps my
11   8, 10|        the dying chief!~Arjun's keen and pointed arrows made
12   9, 3 |      with your insults foul and keen~By her flowing raven tresses
13  10, 2 |      than godlike grace,~Arrows keen and dark as midnight gleaming
14  10, 4 |        and the outrage foul and keen,~Flung on Drupad's saintly
15  12, 2 |         in learnéd disputations keen disputants oft engage,~And
16  12, 4 |        woman's worth and wisdom keen!~Priests adept in sacred