The Pamphlet Collection of Sir Robert Stout: Volume 37
Indra
Indra.
In Heaven, Monarch, thou wilt find thy brothers; they all have safely come;
They all are there, with Draupadí; tarry not, then, thou son of Bharat.
Arrived thy kinsmen are and Queen; but so as the dead come have entered they.
Their soiled and fleshly garments doffed; but thou shalt enter living, oh King!