Mahabharat

A fiery glowing visage

a torrid vigour

and a fervent soul define

your daughter, father.

This boon from the very gods pays you her respects.

There's no need to touch my feet.

The boon from the gods can't be kept at my feet

and I, Drupad, doesn't let anyone rule over him.

Then I have just one apt place left.

That would be your heart.

Let's go, Dhrishtadyumna.

Panchal and I, your father, have waited long for you.

You have to fulfil the oath of your father soon.

Definitely, father.

Draupadi

I am your sister, Shikhandini.

Isn't father

happy about my birth?

When the sky is overcast

the sunlight doesn't lighten up the earth.

His nous is now clouded with rage.

But in due time father will surely come to know

that you are the fortune of Panchal.

Come on.

The customary bathing ritual is at hand.

Follow me, Draupadi.

Draupadi! Draupadi!

This is your room.

All the females of the royal palace stay here.

Attendants!

Draupadi's customary bath

needs the bath to be prepped.

'Panchkavya',* sandalwood paste, *"Mixture of five products."

perfumed oil and others must be arranged there.

Sushma go and get the offerings made

to Goddess Parvati from the temple.

Anuradha, arrange for clothes

and jewellery for the princess.

Princess, you collided with the mirror knowingly, right?

Draupadi this is a mirror.

Who is this?

That's your reflection.

Panchal's most beautiful woman. That's you, Draupadi.

Princess, don't you even know what a mirror is?

Draupadi

all the gods have bestowed you with every form of knowledge.

But not of those objects that were made by man, not God.