see here the stolen glances of Subhadra as she lovingly fastened her gaze on Arjuna
walking hand in hand with Shri Krishna on this very bank of Hiranya.
More somberly I see here the fratricidal war of the Yadavas who, in
the plenitude of their power, massacred each other. At Bhalaka Tirtha I see the Lord
Himself sleeping under a tree. I see the hunter's arrow speeding. It enters His feet; He
awakens with a shudder; He smiles with the superhuman understanding, for His work on earth
is done. It is time for men to live forever on His inspiration.