by Kisari Mohan Ganguli | 1,056,585 words | ISBN-10: 8121505933
The English translation of the Mahabharata is a large text describing ancient India. It is authored by Krishna-Dwaipayana Vyasa and contains the records of ancient humans. Also, it documents the fate of the Kauravas and the Pandavas family. Another part of the large contents, deal with many philosophical dialogues such as the goals of life. Book...
Vaisampayana said, 'Hearing that the Pandavas had been banished, the Bhojas, the Vrishnis, and the Andhakas went to those heroes residing in affliction in the great forest. And the consanguineous relatives of Pancala, and Dhrishtaketu the king of Chedi, and those celebrated and powerful brothers—the Kaikeyas, their hearts fired with wrath, went to the forest to see the sons of Pritha. And reproaching the sons of Dhritarashtra, they said, 'What should we do?' And those bulls of the Kshatriya race, with Vasudeva at their head, sat themselves down round Yudhishthira the just.
'The earth shall drink the blood of Duryodhana and Karna, of Dussasana and the wicked Sakuni! Slaying these in battle and defeating their followers along with their royal allies, will we all install Yudhishthira the just on the throne! The wicked deserve to be slain! Verily, this is eternal morality.'
Vaisampayana continued, 'And when on account of the wrongs of Pritha’s sons, Janardana had thus got into a passion, and seemed bent upon consuming all created things, Arjuna exerted himself to pacify him. And beholding Kesava angry, Phalguna began to recite the feats achieved in his former lives by that soul of all things, himself immeasurable, the eternal one, of infinite energy, the lord of Prajapati himself, the supreme ruler of the worlds, Vishnu of profound wisdom!'
'In days of old, you, O Krishna, hadst wandered on the Gandhamadana mountains for ten thousand years as a Muni having his home where evening fell! Living upon water alone, you had, in days of old, O Krishna, also dwelt for full eleven thousand years by the lake of Pushkara!
And leaving aside your upper garment, with body emaciated and looking like a bundle of veins, you had lived on the banks of the Sarasvati, employed in your sacrifice extending for twelve years!
And, O Krishna of mighty energy, in observance of your vow you had stood on one leg for the length of a thousand years of the celestials, on the plains of Prabhasa which it behoves the virtuous to visit! Vyasa has told me that you are the cause of the creation and its course!
And, O Kesava, the lord of Kshetra, you are the mover of all minds, and the beginning and end of all things! All asceticism rests in you, and you too art the embodiment of all sacrifices, and the eternal one! Slaying the Asura Naraka, offspring of the Earth-first begotten, you had obtained his ear-rings, and performed, O Krishna, the first horse-sacrifice (offering up that Asura as the sacrificial horse)!
And, O bull of all the worlds, having performed that feat, you have become victorious over all! You had slain all the Daityas and Danavas mustered in battle, and giving the lord of Sachi (Indra) the sovereignty of the universe, you have, O Kesava of mighty arms, taken your birth among men!
O slayer of all foes, having floated on the primordial waters, you subsequently becamest Hari, and Brahma and Surya and Dharma, and Dhatri and Yama and Anala and Vasu, and Vaisravana, and Rudra, and Kala and the firmament the earth, and the ten directions! Thyself increate, you are the lord of the mobile and the immobile universe, the Creator of all, O you foremost of all existences!
And, O slayer of Madhu, O you of abundant energy, in the forest of Citraratha you didst, O Krishna, gratify with your sacrifice the chief of all the gods, the highest of the high! O Janardana, at each sacrifice you didst offer, according to shares, gold by hundreds and thousands.
And, O you chastiser of foes, even while a child you didst, O Krishna, in consequence of your energy, fill by three steps only the heaven, the firmament, and the earth!
And, O you soul of all covering the heaven and the firmament (while you were thus transformed), you didst dwell in the body of the sun and afflict him with your own splendour!
And, O exalted one, in your incarnations on those thousand occasions, you had slain, O Krishna, sinful Asuras by hundreds! By destroying the Mauravas and the Pashas, and slaying Nisunda and Naraka. You have again rendered safe the road to Pragjyotisha! You have slain Ahvriti at Jaruthi, and Kratha and Sisupala with his adherents, and Jarasandha and Saivya and Satadhanvan!
And on your car roaring like unto clouds and effulgent like the sun, you didst obtain for your queen the daughter of Bhoja, defeating Rukmi in battle! You didst in fury slay Indradyumna and the Yavana called Kaseruman!
And slaying Salva the lord of Saubha, you didst destroy that city of Saubha itself! These have all been slain in battle; listen to me as I speak of others (also slain by you)! At Iravati you have slain king Bhoja equal unto Karttavirya in battle, and both Gopati and Talaketu also have been slain by you!
And, O Janardana, you have also appropriate unto thyself the sacred city of Dvarka, abounding in wealth and agreeable unto the Rishi themselves, and you will submerge it at the end within the ocean!
O slayer of Madhu, how can crookedness be in you, devoid as you are, O you of the Dasarha race, of anger and envy and untruth and cruelty? O you who knowest no deterioration, all the Rishis, coming unto you seated in your glory on the sacrificial ground, seek protection of you!
And, O slayer of Madhu, you stayest at the end of the Yuga, contracting all things and withdrawing this universe into your own self, you repressor of all foes!
O you of the Vrishni race, at the beginning of the Yuga, there sprang from your lotus-like navel, Brahma himself, and lord of all mobile and immobile things, and whose is this entire universe! When the dreadful Danavas Madhu and Kaitava were bent on slaying Brahma, beholding their impious endeavour you were angry, and from your forehead, O Hari, sprang Sambhu, the holder of the trident. Thus these two foremost of the deities have sprung from your body in order to do your work! Even Narada it was who has told me this!
O Narayana, you didst, in the forest of Caitraratha, celebrate with plentiful gifts a grand sacrifice consisting of a multitude of rites! O God, O you of eyes like lotus leaves, the deeds you have performed while still a boy, having recourse to your might and aided by Baladeva, have never been done by others, nor are they capable of being achieved by others in the future! You didst even dwell in Kailasa, accompanied by Brahmanas!'
"Vaisampayana continued, 'Having addressed Krishna thus, the illustrious Pandava, who was the soul of Krishna, became dumb, when Janardana (in reply addressed that son of Pritha) saying,
'You are mine and I am thine, while all that is mine is thine also! He that hates you hates me as well, and he that follows you follows me! O you irrepressible one, you are Nara and I am Narayana or Hari! We are the Rishis Nara and Narayana born in the world of men for a special purpose. O Partha, you are from me and I am from you! O bull of the Bharata race, no one can understand the difference that is between us!'
"Vaisampayana continued, 'When the illustrious Kesava had said so in the midst of that assembly of brave kings, all excited with anger, Pancali surrounded by Dhrishtadyumna and her other heroic brothers, approached him of eyes like lotus leaves seated with his cousins, and, desirous of protection, addressed in angry accents that refuge of all, saying,
And, O irrepressible one, Jamadagnya says that you are Vishnu, and, O slayer of Madhu, that you are (embodiment of) Sacrifice, Sacrificer and he for whom the sacrifice is performed!
And, O exalted one, the firmament is covered by your head, and the earth by your feet; these worlds are as your womb and you are the Eternal one! With Rishis sanctified by Vedic lore and asceticism, and whose souls have been purified by penance, and who are contented with soul-vision, you are the best of all objects!
And, O chief of all male beings; you are the refuge of all royal sages devoted to virtuous acts, never turning their backs on the field of the battle, and possessed of every accomplishment! You are the Lord of all, you are Omnipresent, you are the Soul of all things, and you are the active power pervading everything! The rulers of the several worlds, those worlds themselves, the stellar conjunctions, the ten points of the horizon, the firmament, the moon, and the sun, are all established in you!
And, O mighty-armed one, the morality of (earthly) creatures, the immortality of the universe, are established in you! You are the Supreme lord of all creatures, celestial or human! Therefore it is, O slayer of Madhu, that impelled by the affection you bearest me that I will relate to you my griefs!
O Krishna, how could one like me, the wife of Pritha’s sons, the sister of Dhrishtadyumna, and the friend of you, be dragged to the assembly! Alas, during my season, stained with blood, with but a single cloth on, trembling all over, and weeping, I was dragged to the court of the Kurus! Beholding me, stained with blood in the presence of those kings in the assembly, the wicked sons of Dhritarashtra laughed at me!
O slayer of Madhu, while the sons of Pandu and the Pancalas and the Vrishnis lived, they dared express the desire of using me as their slave! O Krishna, I am according to the ordinance, the daughter in-law of both Dhritarashtra and Bhishma! Yet, O slayer of Madhu, they wished to make of me a slave by force! I blame the Pandavas who are mighty and foremost in battle, for they saw (without stirring) their own wedded wife known over all the world, treated with such cruelty!
Oh, fie on the might of Bhimasena, fie on the Gandiva of Arjuna, for they, O Janardana, both suffered me to be thus disgraced by little men! This eternal course of morality is ever followed by the virtuous—viz., that the husband, however weak, protects his wedded wife! By protecting the wife one protects his offspring and by protecting the offspring one protects his own self! One’s own self is begotten on one’s wife, and therefore it is that the wife is called Jaya.
A wife also should protect her lord, remembering that he is to take his birth in her womb! The Pandavas never forsake the person that solicits their protection, and yet they abandoned me who solicited it! By my five husbands five sons of exceeding energy have been born of me: Prativindhya by Yudhishthira, Sutasoma by Vrikodara, Srutakirti by Arjuna, Satanika by Nakula and Srutakarman by the youngest, all of them of energy that cannot be baffled.
For their sake, O Janardana, it was necessary to protect me! Even as (your son) Pradyumna, they are, O Krishna, mighty warriors all! They are foremost of bowmen, and invincible in battle by any foe! Why do they bear the wrongs inflicted (on me) by the sons of Dhritarashtra of such contemptible strength? Deprived of their kingdom by deception, the Pandavas were made bondsmen and I myself was dragged to the assembly while in my season, and having only a single cloth on!
Fie on that Gandiva which none else can string save Arjuna and Bhima and thyself, O slayer of Madhu! Fie on the strength of Bhima, and fie on the prowess of Arjuna, since, O Krishna, Duryodhana (after what he had done) has drawn breath even for a moment! He it is, O slayer of Madhu, who formerly drove the guileless Pandavas with their mother from the kingdom, while they were children still engaged in study and the observance of their vows.
It is that sinful wretch, who, horrible to relate, mixed in Bhima’s food fresh and virulent poison in full dose. But, O Janardana, Bhima digested that poison with the food, without sustaining any injury, for, O best of men and mighty-armed one, Bhima’s days had not been ended!
O Krishna, it is Duryodhana who at the house standing by the banyan called Pramana bound Bhima sleeping unsuspectingly, and casting him into the Ganges returned to the city. But the powerful Bhimasena the son of Kunti, possessed of mighty arms, on waking from sleep, tore his bonds and rose from the water. It is Duryodhana, who caused venomous black-cobras to bite all over the body of Bhimasena, but that slayer of foes died not. Awaking, the son of Kunti smashed all the serpents and with his left hand killed (the agent, viz.) the favourite charioteer of Duryodhana. Again, while the children were asleep at Varanavata with their mother, it is he who set fire to the house intending to burn them to death.
Who is there capable of doing such an act? It was then that the illustrious Kunti, overtaken by this calamity, and surrounded by the flames, began to cry out in terror, speaking to the children,
'Alas, I am undone! How shall we escape from this fire today! Alas, I shall meet with destruction with my little children!'
Then Bhima, possessed of mighty arms, and prowess like unto the force of the wind, comforted his illustrious mother as also his brothers, saying,
And then taking his mother on his left flank, and the king in his right, and the twins on each shoulder, and Vivatsu on his back, the mighty Vrikodara, thus taking all of them, at one leap cleared the fire and delivered his mother and brother from the conflagration. Setting out that night with their renowned mother, they came near the forest of Hidimva. And while fatigued and distressed, they were sleeping fast with her, a Rakshasa woman called Hidimva approached them. Beholding the Pandavas with their mother asleep on the ground, influenced by desire she sought to have Bhimasena for her lord. The weak one then took up Bhima’s feet on her lap to press them with her soft hands.
The mighty Bhima of immeasurable energy, of prowess that could not be baffled, then woke from sleep, and asked her, saying,
'O you of faultless features, what dost you wish here?'
Thus asked by him, the Rakshasa lady of faultless features, capable, besides, of assuming any form at will, replied unto the high-souled Bhima, saying,
'Do you speedily fly from this place! My brother gifted with strength will come to slay you! Therefore speed and tarry not!'
But Bhima haughtily said,
'I do not fear him! If he comes here, I will slay him!'
Hearing their converse, that vilest of cannibals came to the spot. Of frightful form and dreadful to behold, uttering loud cries as he came, the Rakshasa said,
'O Hidimva, with whom dost you converse? Bring him unto me, I will eat him up. It behoves you to tarry not.'
But moved by compassion, the Rakshasa lady of faultless features and pure heart said nothing out of pity. Then the man-eating monster, uttering dreadful cries, rushed at Bhima with great force. And approaching him furiously, the mighty cannibal, possessed with rage, caught hold of Bhima’s hand with his own and clenching fast his other hand and making it hard as the thunder-bolt of Indra, suddenly struck Bhima a blow that descended with the force of lightning. His hand having been seized by the Rakshasa, Vrikodara, without being able to brook it, flew into a rage. Then a dreadful combat took place between Bhimasena and Hidimva, both skilled in all weapons and which was like unto the encounter of Vasava with Vritra.
And, O sinless one, after sporting with the Rakshasa for a long while the powerful Bhima of mighty energy slew the cannibal when the latter had become weak with exertion. Then having slain Hidimva, and taking (his sister) Hidimva at their head, of whom was (subsequently) born Ghatotkacha, Bhima and his brothers went away.
Then all those repressors of their foes, accompanied by their mother and surrounded by many Brahmanas proceeded towards Ekacakra. In the matter of this their journey, Vyasa ever engaged in their welfare had become their counsellor. Then arriving at Ekacakra, the Pandavas of rigid vows there also slew a mighty cannibal, Vaka by name, terrible as Hidimva himself. And having slain that fierce cannibal, Bhima that foremost of smiters, went with all his brothers to the capital of Drupada.
And, O Krishna, as you had acquired Rukmini, the daughter of Bhishmaka, even so Savyasachin, while residing there, obtained me! O slayer of Madhu, Arjuna won me in the Swayamvara, having performed a feat difficult of achievement by others and having fought also with the assembled kings!
'Thus, O Krishna, afflicted with numerous griefs, and in great distress, am I living, with Dhaumya at our head, but deprived of the company of the adorable Kunti! Why do these that are gifted with strength and possessed of the prowess of the lion, sit indifferently, beholding me thus afflicted by enemies so despicable?
Suffering such wrongs at the hands of wicked and evil-doing foes of small strength, am I to burn in grief so long? Born I was in a great race, coming into the world in an extraordinary way! I am also the beloved wife of the Pandavas, and the daughter-in-law of the illustrious Pandu! The foremost of women and devoted to my husbands, even I, O Krishna, was seized by hair, O slayer of Madhu, in the sight of the Pandavas, each of whom is like an Indra himself!
'Saying this the mild-speeched Krishna hid her face with her soft hands like the buds of lotus, and began to weep. And the tears of Pancali begot of grief washed her deep, plump and graceful breasts crowned with auspicious marks.
And wiping her eyes and sighing frequently she said these words angrily and in a choked voice,
'Husbands, or sons, or friends, or brothers, or father, have I none! Nor have I you, O you slayer of Madhu, for you all, beholding me treated so cruelly by inferior foes, sit still unmoved! My grief at Karna’s ridicule is incapable of being assuaged! On these grounds I deserve to be ever protected by you, O Kesava, viz., our relationship, your respect (for me), our friendship, and your lordship (over me)
"Vaisampayana continued, 'In that assembly of heroes Vasudeva then spake unto the weeping Draupadi as follows,
'O fair lady, the wives of those with whom you are angry, shall weep even like you, beholding their husbands dead on the ground, weltering in blood and their bodies covered with the arrows of Vivatsu! Weep not, lady, for I will exert to the utmost of my powers for the sons of Pandu! I promise you shalt (once more) be the queen of kings! The heavens might fall, or the Himavat might split, the earth might be rent, or the waters of the ocean might dry up, but my words shall never be futile!'
Hearing those words of Achyuta in reply, Draupadi looked obliquely at her third husband (Arjuna). And, O mighty king, Arjuna said unto Draupadi,
'O you of beautiful coppery eyes, grieve not! O illustrious one, it shall be even as the slayer of Madhu has said! It can never be otherwise, O beautiful one!'
'I will slay Drona, Sikhandin will slay the grandfather. And Bhimasena will slay Duryodhana, and Dhananjaya will slay Karna. And, O sister, assisted by Rama and Krishna, we are invincible in battle by even the slayer himself of Vritra—what are the sons of Dhritarashtra?'
"Vaisampayana continued, 'After these words had been spoken, all the heroes there turned their faces towards Vasudeva, who then in their midst began to speak as follows.'"
Footnotes and references:
Hari here means the developed seed that is to expand into the vast whole of the universe.