Book, Chapter

1   5, 5 |      Savitri like the cooling summer rain,~Noble woman, speak
2   8, 2 | preceptor sent his darts like summer rain,~Baffled by the skill
3   8, 10|     Dust arose like clouds of summer, glistening darts like lightning
4  10, 2 |       pointed lances like the summer's bursting flood,~Once again
5  10, 2 | arrows fell on Karna like the summer's angry flood,~Karna's shafts
6  10, 2 |      radiance like a flame in summer night,~Fierce he fell on
7  10, 3 |       spark of fire consumeth summer's parched and sapless wood,~
8  11, 3 |       her tears like rains of summer fell and washed his noble
9  12, 3 |      ample, be thy gifts like summer's rain,~May the threefold