So the Lord of all the Senses, by the Lord of Sleep addrest,
Placed that best of cars, O Bhârat, right between the armies’ best.
Right in face of Bhishma, Drona, and of all the Lords of land;—
Then he said, “O son of Pritha, see the Kurus in a band.”
There the mighty son of Pritha fathers and grandfathers saw,
Tutors, uncles, brothers, children, grandsons, kinsmen, sires-in-law,
Comrades too in either army;———then beholding kin and kind,
Said the son of Kunti, deeply moved by passion, sad in mind:
(Arjun).
“Seeing all these kinsmen, Krishna here prepared to fight or die,
Lo! my limbs are waxing languid, and my mouth is waxing dry;
“Lo! a quake is on my body, and my hair on bristles turns,
Gandiv from my hand is slipping and my skin with fever burns;
“Nay, I cannot stand erect, for all my mind is whirling round,
And a crowd of froward omens, O thou Hairy One, is found.
