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Virata Parva FRAGMENTS FROM ADHYAYA 17 “Arise! arise! why sleepest thou, Bhemasena, like one that is dead? For how is he other than dead, whose wife a wretch has touched and lives?”
as a queen of beasts Her sleeping lion in the trackless wood Or a she elephant her mate, pressed BhemaAll to her bosom. Then as a sweet-voiced lyre Exultantly to music swooning, graspsGandhara’s strain, with such a cry the pale Panchalian called her lord. “Arise, arise,Why dost thou sleep, O Bhema, like one dead! Not other than dead is he whose wife the wretchThat touched, yet lives.”
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