“Thus spoke Arjuna on the field of battle, and sat down upon the chariot seat, dropping his arrows and his bow, his soul o'erwhelmed with grief.”

—  W. Douglas P. Hill

Source: The Bhagavadgītā (1973), p. 81–82. (47.)

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