Why is this doubt gnawing my mind?

Where was I the King of Angadesa born?

Who around here knows who I am or what my clan is?

Is my mother really Radha? And my father Athiradhan?

O God, who gave birth to me?

Will I ever see them? Or won’t I?

Is it my fate to die without seeing them?

Dearest Karna, O generous soul!

Is there anyone to match you on this earth?

My husband’s closest friend, and like a brother to me,

You are the only hope for the famous Kuru clan

On hearing your words misgivings have

suddenly vanished from my mind 

My sister, my empress, why worry needlessly?

Your husband is my dearest friend

This life is lived for his sake

My life will be fulfilled when every drop of my blood

is shed in the service of my friend

I will kill the hostile sons of Kunthi in war and 

crown your husband the emperor of this world.

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.

My husband, please hear me, you valiant king,

O handsome, though blue blood runs in my veins

an immense fear rises within me;

My mind is torn apart and my body is tiring.

If you get killed in war

I will kill myself, what else can I say!

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.

Bhanumathi: (vallabha mullasaropama)

My husband, Cupid-like, you hear

my words, my good man

Please do not feel offended

if I am not heeding your words

Thinking of Draupadi’s good fortune

O King, I am exceedingly feeling

anger, jealousy, shame and sadness;

O Kourava chief, I have no other feelings