I heard the whole story, O son of Pridha, my friend

If it has calmed your agitated mind

And even if I am grief-stricken by the turn of events

If you think it’s a sin to fight your brothers

I hereby grant you leave to desert me

Till death my boundless love for you

Won’t diminish, I swear by God

Wicked! Wicked! Stop these harsh words

You brute! Your wicked deeds are most painful

The insolence towards your elder brother is shocking

Karna and I are two bodies with one soul

Understand that one half won’t betray the other, you fool.

You scoundrel, if you slander Karna again

I will slash your neck without the slightest regret

Cowardice Bhanumathi? In this Great Bharat War 

with my valour I will slay my enemies.

Don’t I have my brothers? Relatives and dependents?

Aren’t they all brave fighters?

I have my friends, my gurus, my army,

and then Karna my beloved friend.

The wicked Pandavas I will butcher now

And the Kuru chief will no doubt rule the world.

Sloka

The mighty and valiant Duryodhana, who is always desirous of victory and seeking glory, who is keen to decimate his enemies and who is unrivalled and majestic, spoke thus to comfort his grief-stricken wife.

O fickle-eyed, why this sadness?

O queen of beauties!

Why has your pretty smile faded,

my moon-faced beauty?

Where have all the beautiful traits that

radiate your lofty love gone, my beloved?

Duryodhana: (chithratharamorkkunneram)

Wonder! Come to think of it

your unkind thoughts

It’s due to my indifference

these people are living happily

My dear, why are you sad?

With your father and mother

you go back to the palace

I will easily humiliate them

and then join you.