This is a part of 'project 110, going back and re-filling', writing is happening 8ish months after the date.
He who dragged the daughter of Pancala,
weeping, by the hair;
who tore away her robe
before the kings and elders;
he from whose breast I wore
to drink the blood like wine
has fallen in my hands, oh Kauravas.
Come save him if you can.
- Bhatta Narayana, Vidhyakara's Anthology of Sanskrit Poetry (10th Century CE) edited by David HH Engalls.
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