kurus

Great Duryodhan midst the princes stands alone without a peer, Kripa priest of royal Kurus, holiest of all priests is here!

And as thunder-wielding Indra smote asuras fierce and bold, Smite the Kurus with thy arrows winged with plumes of yellow gold!

And the Kurus marked with wonder Arjun's standard lifted proud, Heard with dread the deep gandiva sounding oft and sounding loud!

Take their counsel, and thy kinsmen fasten in the bonds of peace, May the empire of the Kurus and their warlike fame increase!

And he helped the fainting warrior, placed him on his chariot-seat, But the Kurus darkly gathered, surging round as waters meet!