Though ever faithful to a woman's dharma, devoted always to the dharma of the kshatriya, though most highly honored by her husband, Krishna, virtuous in all ways, found no protector as she should have. And you, Madhusudana, are the protector of me and of my sons -- you, and Rama, foremost of the mighty, and Pradyumna, the great chariot-warrior. I myself, O best of men, bear such sorrow today while Bhima, unconquerable, lives, and Vijaya does not retreat. Then Shauri, friend of Partha, comforted Pritha, his father's sister, who was overwhelmed with grief over her sons and consumed with sorrow. "Is there anywhere in the worlds, O aunt, a woman with the parted hair of the married such as you -- daughter of King Shura, who has entered the line of Ajamidha?"