Book, Chapter

 1   1, 5 |      Pritha's youngest, each, alas! to each unknown:~"All thy
 2   8, 8 |   woeful tale to tell!~Short, alas, Iravat's triumph, transient
 3   8, 8 |   comrades slaughtered,-dear, alas, the price we pay!~Woe unto
 4   8, 10|  hapless past forgiven!~Vain, alas, the voice of Bhishma like
 5   8, 10|     him drive thy car!"~Vain, alas, the voice of Udshma like
 6   9, 2 |       his dearest foeman and, alas, his nearest kin!~Bhima
 7   9, 3 |   more stout and free!~Brief, alas, thy radiant summers, fair
 8   9, 3 |       s pride and joy,~Brief, alas, thy sunlit winters, light
 9   9, 3 |       and rich in valour, for alas! he fought too well,~And
10   9, 3 | Abhimanyu fought alone!~Fell, alas, his peacock standard and
11  11, 3 |       thoughts to tell,~When, alas, her wandering vision on