Book, Chapter

 1   1, 2|       on their rapid coursers oft the princes proved their
 2   3, 3|    subjects great and sacred, oft divided in their thought,~
 3   3, 6|  Krishna in his anger cried,~"Oft hath Chedi's impious monarch
 4   4, 6|  misgivings pained,~Questions oft with anxious bosom what
 5   5, 1|     night in lonesome silence oft her woman's heart would
 6   5, 1|     the base insulters found!~Oft when evening's shades descended,
 7   5, 2|       sanction, holy Brahmans oft relate,~That the duty-loving
 8   5, 2|   pious-hearted held her way,~Oft she stayed in holy tirthas
 9   6, 4|     the deep Gandiva sounding oft and sounding loud,~And they
10   7, 3| speaks a woman's timid heart,~Oft from warlike stock ariseth
11   8, 9|       mournful bitter accents oft by heaving sighs were broke:~"
12   9, 1|      staff the warriors bold!~Oft they struck, and sparks
13  10, 2|   ever burnt the mutual hate,~Oft we met and often parted,
14  12, 2|  disputations keen disputants oft engage,~And the concourse
15 End   |      mother joined in heaven,~Oft he comes into my mansions