Book, Chapter

1   3, 6|      Once on saintly Babhru's consort, pious-hearted, pure and
2   3, 6|    breath,~Sisupala sought my consort, and his righteous doom
3   3, 6|        If thy wedded wife and consort did inspire my youthful
4   3, 6|      Thus proclaim his wedded consort was another's loving bride?~
5   4, 6| Monarch's daughter, monarch's consort, as an exile she must go,~
6   5, 2|      husband watches o'er his consort's ways,~That the duty-loving
7   5, 6|    deeper kindness placed her consort's lifeless head,~And that