Sloka:

In the high noon, when even the nails are subjected to being burned, while traversing through the deep forest filled with dust, she ,whose face was exhausted due to heat, whole body was dirtied with dust and who was undergoing utter mental pain, seeing Draupadi Dharmaputra spoke to her thus.

Hey young (lady), you -

listen to my words,

the noble and the blessed one.

Hey, the crown of the ones with milk-pure words,

the rear fortune of Panchala king.

Dark thick cloud like deep forest–

hey dear – by coming here, excessively

my mind is swinging (with grief ) 

hey the one with the most adorable habits in the world.

In gem-walled house, on smooth bed,

spread with scenty flower,

you play in amor –

Hey, honey-voiced one, how could you stay here in the forest?

[As the curtain is withdrawn, Dharmaputra and Draupadi, with locked hand, enter.  Both reflect the extreme summer heat and exhaustion.  The entry gets completed in a span of one ‘Kitathidheem Tha” of slowest order. Slowly, Draupadi’s palm-lock is unfastened and Dharmaputra addresses her.]