But just then, as if divining his intention-, vaguely familiar voices rose
all around in loud lamentation. "O Dharmaputra, do not go back! Stay here for a few
minutes at least.
Your presence has given us momentary relief from torture. As you came,
you have brought with you a whiff of air so sweet and pure that we have found a little
relief in our agony.
Son of Kunti, the very sight of you gives us comfort and mitigates our
suffering. O stay, be it for ever so short a time. Do not go back. While you are
here, we enjoy a respite in our torture." Thus the voices pleaded.
Hearing the loud lamentations that thus came from all around him,
Yudhishthira stood in painful bewilderment. Over whelmed with pity at the poignant anguish
in faintly remembered voices, he exclaimed:
"Alas wretched souls! Who are ye that lament like this?
Why are you here?"
"Lord, I am Karna," said a voice.
"I am Bhima," said another.
"I am Arjuna," cried a third voice.