Never, even in my dreams, I thought of this meeting. For me who is ill-fated;This gives much relief.

Now I have only one wish; this togetherness must continue forever and peace must prevail.

Let us end this strife forever. No more, never, this war, in this World.

Please do not lament your past. You now have this brother Arjuna as your protector.

Thy Kingdom is vast and now kingless. With your permission

I shall crown this Prince (Your grandson ). Your Kingdom will flourish.

All such talk of past is futile. I accept my fate and has only death to await.

Please proceed Arjuna. My best wishes for all success. You continue to protect the sacrificial horse.

Dear Sister: Why you are behaving like a stranger to me and increasing your agony.

Why will I consider this child my enemy? Dear daughter of Gandhari, please do not use such words.

Please accept my consoling words to your broken heart.

Images of our childhood, when we played together in innocence fills my mind.

You need not consider me as a sister,

I came before you , out of selfishness. I have no big hopes.

Please spare my grandchild. Please do not consider him your enemy.

Alas! What news is this? Her son has also died because of me 

Many mothers whose kids died in war;  many wives who are grief stricken by death of their beloved husbands in War; many women whose kith and kin are lost in the war.  I feel as if these women are surrounding me.

Dear Sister Dussala, please forgive me. It is unbearable that I am the sole cause of all your agony.

No one killed him. It was God’s wish. On hearing that the slayer of his father is coming again for a war, he died out of fear.

I have not come for war. I have come as the protector of the sacrificial horse.

My elder brother is conducting a Yaga, and as per his directive I am following this horse.

Please tell me, who killed your son. I shall take revenge on him.

Hey Arjuna !  Do you still want to wage war? Please have some mercy on us, destitutes.

My son Suradha has died. Only I and my grandchild remain as your foes.

You slayed millions in the Kurukshetra war. Has your lust for massacre not been satiated?

Let your burning enmity towards us be put to rest. You may kill this little child as well.