in energy unto Aditya, in restraint of senses unto a great sage, in forgiveness unto the Earth, and in prowess unto Indra himself,—­he, by whose prowess, O slayer of Madhu, the Kurus amongst all the kings of the earth have obtained this extensive empire, blazing with effulgence,—­he, whose strength of arms is always adored by the Pandavas,—­that son of Pandu, who is the foremost of all car-warriors and whose prowess is incapable of being frustrated,—­he, from an encounter with whom in battle no foe ever escapeth with life,—­he, O Achyuta, who is the conqueror of all, but who is incapable of being conquered by any,—­he, who is the refuge of the Pandavas like Vasava of the celestials,—­how, O Kesava, is that Dhananjaya now, that brother and friend of thine?  He that is compassionate to all creatures, is endued with modesty and acquainted with mighty weapons, is soft and delicate and virtuous,—­he that is dear to me,—­that mighty bowman Sahadeva, that hero and ornament of assemblies,—­he, O Krishna, who is youthful in years, is devoted to the service of his brothers, and is conversant with both virtue and profit, whose brothers, O slayer of Madhu, always applaud the disposition of that high-souled and well-behaved son of mine,—­tell me, O thou of the Vrishni race, of that heroic Sahadeva, that foremost of warriors, that son of Madri, who always waiteth submissively on his elder brothers and so reverentially on me.  He that is delicate and youthful in years, he that is brave and handsome in person,—­that son of Pandu who is dear unto his brothers as also unto all, and who, indeed, is their very life though walking with a separate body,—­he that is conversant with various modes of warfare,—­he that is endued with great strength and is a mighty bowman,—­tell me, O Krishna, whether that dear child of mine, Nakula, who was brought up in luxury, is now well in body and mind?  O thou of mighty arms, shall I ever behold again Nakula of mine, that mighty car-warrior, that delicate youth brought up in every luxury and undeserving of woe?  Behold, O hero, I am alive today, even I, who could know peace by losing sight of Nakula for the short space of time taken up by a wink of the eye.  More than all my sons, O Janardana, is the daughter of Drupada dear to me.  High-born and possessed of great beauty, she is endued with every accomplishment.  Truthful in speech, she chose the company of her lords, giving up that of her sons, Indeed, leaving her dear children behind, she followeth the sons of Pandu.  Waited upon at one time by a large train of servants, and adored by her husbands with every object of enjoyment, the possessor of every auspicious mark and accomplishment, how, O Achyuta, is that Draupadi now?  Having five heroic husbands who are all smiters of foes and all mighty bowmen, each equal unto Agni in energy, alas, woe hath yet been the lot of Drupada’s daughter.  I have not for fourteen long years, O chastiser of foes, beheld the princess of Panchala, that daughter-in-law of mine’ who herself hath