This Krishna, the daughter of Drupada, hath lost all her kinsmen and children.

She was born in the race of Drupada and was enjoyed by you all.

There were Virata and Drupada, with their sons and forces.

Indeed, all the sons of Drupada, as also all the sons of Draupadi, have been slaughtered.

Speedily alighting from their cars, those great car-warriors, themselves much more afflicted, beheld Drupada's daughter Krishna afflicted with woe.

There the sons of Drupada, headed by Dhristadyumna, swelling with pride and energy,-heroesendued with great energy,-havetaken up their stand.

Behold, O Madhava, king Drupada overthrown in battle by Drona, like a mighty elephant in the forest slain by a huge lion.

After the defeat of the heroic son of Drupada, O lord, the Pandava army, slaughtered on all sides, fled away from the field.'

The mighty son of Drupada, filled with wrath, took up another bow, and addressing the son of Hridika, said, "Wait, Wait."

Deprived of her senses by grief, Kripi woefully attendeth, O slayer of Madhu, on that Drona who hath been slain by Drupada's son.