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The conscience of the son of Indra was ruined by the curse.  He, though not disrespectable, having attained the features of a eunuch, contemplated about it in the depth of mind

God! Oh! Oh! God!

If the God unfavourable, such things would happen; Oh! God

Lord Krishna – has he abandoned me – Oh! God!

My brothers – how would I go and see them? Oh God!

By destroying Khandava Forest, I attained this divine bow – What’s the use?  Oh! God

In the world – my rivals – would ridicule me; Oh! God!

Seeing Bheema representing the embodiment of anger setting eyes on the club in fury and bent upon killing the enemy community, Dharmaputhra, considering all aspects, spoke thus in order to lead his brother to a sense of peace

Hey elder brother, depute me now, without delay, to destroy they, hey pure hearted one

The crooked Duryodhanan – Considering what he has done, the fire of anger is burning within me, hey the grand son of Sun (Dharmaputra’s father – Yama is the son of Sun God)

In utmost rage, shaoo I go and dispatch the sons of Dhritharashtra to the land of death – Today itself

Alas! I was bound (by rope) and pushed into the river Ganges – Thinking about that – would I be able to pardon them?

Having said so and after the miner has left to construct the cavern, suddenly Bheema frantically showed signs of ultimate fury and with club clinging spoke thus

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