"It is not you I would blame, nor myself, nor Suyodhana -- it is you, through whom I was given away like a piece of wealth by cheats to Kuntibhoja. As a little girl playing with a ball, my grandfather gave me to your friend Kuntibhoja, out of friendship for that great-souled man. I was thus deceived both by my father and by my husband's kin, O scorcher of foes; I am utterly wretched, O Krishna -- what is the fruit of my life? A voice spoke at night, at the birth of Savyasachin: 'Your son will conquer the earth, and his fame will touch heaven. Having slain the Kurus in a war among kinsmen and won the kingdom, Dhananjaya, together with his brothers, the son of Kunti, will offer three great sacrifices.'"