Verse 10

⁷And Prtha went up to her brother Akrura, who had come, and remembering the house she was born in, said to him with tears standing in her eyes: ⁸Do they remember us at all, gentle one: my father and my mother, my brothers, my two sisters, my brothers' sons, my kinswomen and my friends? ⁹Does my brother's son, the Bhagavan Krsna, who gives shelter and is tender to those devoted to him, remember his father's sister's sons? And Rama, whose eyes are lotuses? ¹⁰Will he comfort me with words, grieving here among my rivals like a doe among wolves, and comfort these boys who have lost their father?