the offspring one protecteth his own self!  One’s own self is begotten on one’s wife, and therefore it is that the wife is called Jaya.  A wife also should protect her lord, remembering that he is to take his birth in her womb!  The Pandavas never forsake the person that soliciteth their protection, and yet they abandoned me who solicited it!  By my five husbands five sons of exceeding energy have been born of me:  Prativindhya by Yudhishthira, Sutasoma by Vrikodara, Srutakirti by Arjuna, Satanika by Nakula and Srutakarman by the youngest, all of them of energy that cannot be baffled.  For their sake, O Janardana, it was necessary to protect me!  Even as (thy son) Pradyumna, they are, O Krishna, mighty warriors all!  They are foremost of bowmen, and invincible in battle by any foe!  Why do they bear the wrongs inflicted (on me) by the sons of Dhritarashtra of such contemptible strength?  Deprived of their kingdom by deception, the Pandavas were made bondsmen and I myself was dragged to the assembly while in my season, and having only a single cloth on!  Fie on that Gandiva which none else can string save Arjuna and Bhima and thyself, O slayer of Madhu!  Fie on the strength of Bhima, and fie on the prowess of Arjuna, since, O Krishna, Duryodhana (after what he had done) hath drawn breath even for a moment!  He it is, O slayer of Madhu, who formerly drove the guileless Pandavas with their mother from the kingdom, while they were children still engaged in study and the observance of their vows.  It is that sinful wretch, who, horrible to relate, mixed in Bhima’s food fresh and virulent poison in full dose.  But, O Janardana, Bhima digested that poison with the food, without sustaining any injury, for, O best of men and mighty-armed one, Bhima’s days had not been ended!  O Krishna, it is Duryodhana who at the house standing by the banyan called Pramana bound Bhima sleeping unsuspectingly, and casting him into the Ganges returned to the city.  But the powerful Bhimasena the son of Kunti, possessed of mighty arms, on waking from sleep, tore his bonds and rose from the water.  It is Duryodhana, who caused venomous black-cobras to bite all over the body of Bhimasena, but that slayer of foes died not.  Awaking, the son of Kunti smashed all the serpents and with his left hand killed (the agent, viz.) the favourite charioteer of Duryodhana.  Again, while the children were asleep at Varanavata with their mother, it is he who set fire to the house intending to burn them to death.  Who is there capable of doing such an act?  It was then that the illustrious Kunti, overtaken by this calamity, and surrounded by the flames, began to cry out in terror, speaking to the children, ’Alas, I am undone!  How shall we escape from this fire today!  Alas, I shall meet with destruction with my little children!’ Then Bhima, possessed of mighty arms, and prowess like unto the force of the wind, comforted his illustrious mother as also his brothers, saying, ’Like that king of birds, Garuda, the son of Vinata, I will spring