Not beholding all these, how can my heart, O king have peace! Thy youthful brothers, adorned with ear-rings, were formerly treated by cooks with sweat and skillfully prepared dishes-I now behold them all, unused to misery, in the forest living on the produces of the forest. My mind finds no peace, O lord of men. Beholding this Bhimasena sorry and living in forest and thinking over this, does not your mind in proper time become wrathful, Bhimasena who used to perforin all actions unaided.