Burning with grief, the queen wetted with her tears the body of her son, possessed of massive and broad shoulders, and adorned with garlands and collar. Addressing Hrishikesha, who stood by her, she said,-'On the eve on this battie, O powerful one, that had exterminated this race, this foremost of kings, O Vrishny hero, said to me,-In this civil battle, O mother, wish me success!-When he said these words, myself, knowing that a great calamity had befallen us, told him, O foremost of men, Victory is there where righteousness is.