Made of gold, of exquisite workmanship and over-spread with an excellent coverlet. Then he thus spoke to Bhishma, with his palms folded, his voice choked in grief and his eyes bathed in tears.
उवाच प्राञ्जलिर्भीष्मं बाष्पकण्ठोऽश्रुलोचनः। त्वां वयं हि समाश्रित्य संयुगे शत्रुसूदन॥