Those best of the Kurus, those subjugators of hostile towns, were sung into sleep by beautiful damsels. Receiving what came in due succession, they passed that delicious night in pleasure and sport. Having awakened by the sweet music of the bards, they rose from their bed after rest.
मनोज्ञमशमनं भुक्त्वा विविशुः शरणान्यथा उपगीयमाना नारीभिरस्वपन् कुरुपुङ्गवाः॥ जगाम तेषां सा रात्रिः पुण्या रतिविहारिणाम्। स्तूयमानाश्च विश्रान्ताः काले निद्रामथात्यजन्॥