Book, Chapter

1   2, 6|  smiled upon the archer brave,~Flung on him the bridal garland
2   3, 6| outrage, spite of insult often flung,~Never in his heart hath
3   4, 3|      anger insults on Draupadi flung,~Fulsome word nor foul dishonour
4   4, 3|   lightning-like his glance he flung~And the ancient hall of
5   5, 2|    altar which a holy radiance flung,~In the form of beauteous
6   8, 3|   all-resistless foe!"~Then he flung the reins to Arjun, left
7   9, 4|  Jayadratha, Arjun in his fury flung!~Short the strife; as angry
8  10, 4|     the outrage foul and keen,~Flung on Drupad's saintly daughter