Chapter 1, Sloka 19 Sa ghoṣo dhārtarāṣṭrāṇāṁ hṛdayāni vyadārayat,nabhaś ca pṛthivīṁ caiva tumulo vyanunādayan. After hearing the collective blowing of the conches by the Pandava army, the resounding
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Mother, your children are like birds,
Their wings have fluttered into the distance.
Mother, to the bright and native chamber,
Soon we shall return once more.
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