"Hearken, ye bearded sages, ye Rishis emaciated, Ye Yogis with matted hair, and arms stretched upwards and elongated, Ye venerable warriors, and Akali heroes elated, Ye sleek-headed men of worldly wisdom, with proportions round and fair, Whom out of your beds I have dragged reluctant, into the cold night air; This night when weary from battle I came, and laid me down to sleep, I dreamt a dream that troubles my mind, for I heard Mandodari weep, And other voices of lamentation, that of evilomen seem; Interpret me, I command you, sages, the significance of my dream."