Bheeshmadronatataa jayadrathajalaa gaandhaaraneelotpalaa;
Shalyagraahavatee kripena vahanee karnena velaakulaa;
Ashwatthaama-vikarna-ghora-makaraa duryodhanaavartinee;
Sotteernaa khalu paandavai rananadee kaivartakah keshavah.
6. With Kesava as the helmsman, verily was crossed by the Pandavas the battle-river, whose
banks were Bhishma and Drona, whose water was Jayadratha, whose blue lotus was the king of
Gandhara, whose crocodile was Salya, whose current was Kripa, whose billow was Karna, whose
terrible alligators were Vikarna and Asvatthama, whose whirlpool was Duryodhana.
Paaraasharya vachah sarojamamalam geetaarthagandhotkatam;
Naanaakhyaanakakesaram harikathaa sambodhanaabodhitam;
Loke sajjana shatpadairaharahah pepeeyamaanam mudaa;
Bhooyaadbhaaratapankajam kalimala pradhwamsinah shreyase.
7. May this lotus of the Mahabharata, born in the lake of the words of Vyasa, sweet with the
fragrance of the meaning of the Gita, with many stories as its stamens, fully opened by the
discourses of Hari, the destroyer of the sins of Kali, and drunk joyously by the bees of good men in
the world, become day by day the bestower of good to us!
