“Yudhishthira said, ’O Bhimasena, O Panchali, and ye twins, hearken unto my words.  The acts done (by a person) in a former birth do not perish, (without producing their effects).  Behold!  Even we have become rangers of the wilderness.  Even to see Dhananjaya, exhausted and distressed as we are, we have to bear each other, and pass through impassable places.  This burneth me even as fire doth a heap of cotton.  O hero, I do not see Dhananjaya at my side.  I reside in the wood with my younger brothers, anxious for beholding him.  This thought, as also the memory of that grave insult offered to Yajanaseni, consumes me.  O Vrikodara, I do not see the invincible Partha of strong bow and incomparable energy, and who is the immediate elder to Nakula.  For this, O Vrikodara, I am miserable.  In order to see that hero, Dhananjaya, firm in promise, for these five years have I been wandering in various tirthas, and beautiful forests and lakes and yet I do meet with him.  For this, O Vrikodara, I am miserable.  I do not see the long-armed Gudakesa, of dark blue hue, and leonine gait.  For this, O Vrikodara, I am miserable.  I do not see that foremost of Kurus, accomplished in arms, skilful in fight, and matchless among bowmen.  For this, O Vrikodara, I am miserable.  Distressed for I am I do not see that son of Pritha, Dhananjaya, born under the influence of the star Phalguni; ranging amidst foes even like Yama at the time of the universal dissolution; possessed of the prowess of an elephant with the temporal juice trickling down; endued with leonine shoulders; not inferior to Sakra himself in prowess and energy; elder in years to the twins; of white steeds; unrivalled in heroism; invincible; and wielding a strong bow.  For this, O Vrikodara, I am miserable.  And he is always of a forgiving temper,—­even when insulted by the meanest individual.  And he conferreth benefit and protection to the righteous; but to that tortuous person who by craft attempts to do him mischief, Dhananjaya is like unto virulent poison, albeit that one were Sakra himself.  And the mighty Vibhatsu of immeasurable soul and possessing great strength, showeth mercy and extendeth protection even to a foe when fallen.  And he is the refuge of us all and he crusheth his foes in fight.  And he hath the power to collect any treasure whatever, and he ministereth unto our happiness.  It was through his prowess that I had owned formerly measureless precious jewels of various kinds which at present Syodhana hath usurped.  It was by his might, O hero, that I had possessed before that palatial amphitheatre embellished with all manner of jewels, and celebrated throughout the three worlds.  O Pandu’s son, in prowess, Phalguni is like unto Vasudeva, and in fight he is invincible and unrivalled, even like unto Kartavirya.  Alas!  I see him not, O Bhima.  In might, that conqueror of foes goeth in the wake of the invincible and most powerful Sankarshana (Valarama) and Vasudeva.  In strength of arms, and spirit, he is like unto Purandara