Sloka:

In the forest filled with lady-lions, Panchali who fell in the trap of Simhika and nence, fearful, cried with utmost faith in her husbands.

 

What could I do, Oh! God, what could I do

The one who cries in terror – that me –

this carnivore  – before she eats me –

would you appear – hearing the cries – Hey by husbands!

 

Dharmaputra, the one who who walks in the path of Dharma,

The hand-some, demoness came and

is now ruthlessly taking me away –

Have you abandoned me?

 

Hey, my Soule, the son of wind-god –

Without wasting any more time,

come and save me.

 

Hey, noble, Arjuna, the ocean of valor,

the charming bodied,

Wife I am of yours – Have you left me –

due to my ill-luck?

 

This cloud-complexioned demoness,

and horrible like a nightmare,

she would render me to the god of death –

Hey Nakula, the powerful, save, save me.

 

The mountain-like demoness –

before I fall in her mouth –

Hey the son of Maadi,

valorous, Sahadeva, save me soon.