See, O Krishna, collecting with her hands the blood-dyed hair of her husband and placing his head on her lap, beautiful lady is addressing him as if he were alive,-How could those great car-warriors kill you in the midst of battle,-you who are the sister's son of Vasudeva and the son of the bolder of Gandiva?
तस्य शोणितदिग्धान् वै केशानुद्यम्य पाणिना। उत्सङ्गे वक्त्रमाधाय जीवन्तमिव पृच्छति॥ स्वतीयं वासुदेवस्य पुत्रं गाण्डीवधन्वनः। कथं त्वां रणमध्यस्थं जनुरेते महारथाः॥