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Deeply moved to pity, thus uttered in sadness:

Seeing these my kinsmen, O Krishna, arrayed, eager to fight,

My limbs fail and my mouth is parched, my body quivers, and my hair stands on end,

Gândîva slips from my hand, and my skin burns all over, I am not able to stand, my mind is whirling,