aham dhanurdharashcha.
My shafts were straight as light,
Strong as wind.
My name was the colour of the jasmine.

And you said go, krishn,
And I went a long way
From your city, your kinsmen by my side.

Now the bow rests.
       yatra te supatanti.
In the woods of Panchanada,
Half tired, half asleep,
Half believing I would rise.
       panchanadasya vane shunte.
There the skies are never blue
The quiver is brimmed with water.
The arrows without speech.
       yathechchasi,
       tathaa kuru

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