Hey, the son of wind-god, listen quickly, my words

By the name Bakan, one demon, is at large here

With foodstuff, you go and kill him.  These miserable ones – you should end

Ending others’ sorrow is the duty of Puru Family.  Do what I say, hey son, Bheema, the crown of Kuru Family, the great one

A very strong son I have, and I shall send him here.  Do not be worried a bit

You prepare rice and accomaniments.  Happily, to take them, he shall come – Leave out sorrow from mind, now on

Sloka:

Hearing these aggrieved scream of the Brahmins with children, the ever-so kind hearted Kunthi, spoke thus to the couple.

Hey noble Brahmin, tell me the reason for your grief

Along with this lady, you week in grief – why?  Am curious to know that at once

Hey noble Brahmin, tell me, the reason for this sorrow

Alas! my mind, my eldest son, 

is burning with great grief

I cannot bear this, you are my only solace

Will you send me back empty-handed?

O Karna! Enough of these harsh words

With full mercy hear me, compassionate king  

In self-deceit I committed the sin

Forgive me my son; come with me eldest Pandava

My Son! My dearest! Alas, never did I

imagine you would talk like this

Have you no mercy? Isn’t there a heart inside you?

Or is it a stone instead? O My Lord!

My dearest, for your brothers today you are

the backbone, come without any delay

Take care of them for ever, win over the whole world

and grant your mother happiness!

Let me tell you a truth: your father is the 

Sun God and I am your mother

Your brothers are the five Pandavas

Come, don’t delay, don’t hate them anymore, my son!

Stop treating them like foes, fighting them is a sin.

Ties with Kouravas, you valiant,

in truth don’t befit you

Come and join my sons

If you reflect, that’s the right move, my son

Aren’t you generous to a supplicant?

And compassionate towards the weak?

Certainly you are a noble man;

I haven’t forgotten that