Book, Chapter

 1   3, 6|  and forehead, and unto his hands there came~Fatal disc, the
 2   4, 2|    spare,~Touch me not with hands uncleanly, sacred is a woman'
 3   5, 2|    beside him laid,~And her hands she folded meekly, sweetly
 4   5, 4|   kind and good,~Joined her hands in salutation and in reverent
 5   5, 4|  the loving husband, as his hands in hers he wove,~"Ask permission
 6   5, 5|    love is strong,~With her hands upon her bosom thus she
 7   6, 6|  beauteous bride,~Joins her hands to Abhimanyu's, and with
 8   7, 5|  its fatal ire!~Stretch thy hands, O Kuru monarch! prove thy
 9   9, 3|    bosom battled, none with hands more stout and free!~Brief,
10   9, 5|     war,~Faced the sun with hands conjoinéd and the sacred
11   9, 5| gallant boy,~Feeble are the hands of Drona and his prowess
12  10, 2| famed Gandiva unto worthier hands than thine,~On some braver,
13  10, 2|  flashing sabre, joined his hands and hung his head,~Fixed
14  11, 3|  gory head,~How with gentle hands and tender softly holds