Fatigued and thirsty he came upon a Rishi, in the forest, seated in a cow-shed, drinking the froth oozing out of the mouths of the calves sucking the milk of their mothers. Coming to him with all haste, the king asked that Rishi of great austerity, O Brahmana, I am king Parikshit, the son of Abhimanyu.
परिश्रान्तः पिपासात आससाद मुनि वने। गवां प्रचारेष्वासीनं वत्सानां मुखनिःसृतम्॥ भूयिष्ठमुपयुञ्जानं फेनमापिबतां पयः। तमभिद्रुत्य वेगेन स राजा संशितव्रतम्॥ अपृच्छद्धनुरुद्यम्य तं मुनि क्षुच्छ्रमान्वितः। भो भो ब्रह्मन्नहं राजा परीक्षिदभिमन्युजः॥