Book, Chapter

1   1, 5| silence, and dispersing crowds pass by,~Hark! Like welkin-shaking
2   5, 5|    hungry at our door,~Then to pass our clays in penance, last
3   5, 6|        afar in wood and jungle pass we now the livelong night,~
4   6   |     Pandu were hard. They must pass twelve years in exile, and
5   6   |        king of the Matsyas, to pass the year of concealment.
6  12   |      story of the Epic, and we pass them by.~Bhishma dies and
7  12   |       of the real Epic, and we pass it by.~Yudhishthir has in