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वैशंपायन उवाच ततो दुर्योधनं दृष्ट्वा गान्धारी शोककर्शिता सहसा न्यपतद्भूमौ छिन्नेव कदली वने
M. N. Dutt: Vaishampayana said Secing Duryodhana, Gandhari, deprived of her senses by grief, suddenly dropped down on the Earth like an uprooted plantain tree.
सा तु लब्ध्वा पुनः संज्ञां विक्रुश्य च पुनः पुनः दुर्योधनमभिप्रेक्ष्य शयानं रुधिरोक्षितम्
M. N. Dutt: Having regained her consciousness soon, she began to weep and lament seeing her son lying on the bare ground, bathed in blood.
परिष्वज्य च गान्धारी कृपणं पर्यदेवयत् हा हा पुत्रेति शोकार्ता विललापाकुलेन्द्रिया
M. N. Dutt: Embracing her son, Gandhari bewailed piteously. Stricken with grief, and growing unconscious, the Kuru queen exclaimed, 'Alas, O son!' 'Alas, O son.'
सुगूढजत्रु विपुलं हारनिष्कनिषेवितम् वारिणा नेत्रजेनोरः सिञ्चन्ती शोकतापिता समीपस्थं हृषीकेशमिदं वचनमब्रवीत्
AI Translation: Her chest, which was well-covered and broad, was adorned with necklaces and bracelets. She, who was tormented by grief, sprinkled her chest with water from her eyes. She spoke these words to Hrishikesha, who was nearby:
उपस्थितेऽस्मिन्संग्रामे ज्ञातीनां संक्षये विभो मामयं प्राह वार्ष्णेय प्राञ्जलिर्नृपसत्तमः अस्मिञ्ज्ञातिसमुद्धर्षे जयमम्बा ब्रवीतु मे
AI Translation: O Lord, when this battle has come and the destruction of the kinsmen is imminent, this best of kings, the Varshneya, with folded hands, said to me: "In this great joy of the kinsmen, may the mother speak to me about victory."
इत्युक्ते जानती सर्वमहं स्वं व्यसनागमम् अब्रुवं पुरुषव्याघ्र यतो धर्मस्ततो जयः
AI Translation: Thus spoken, knowing all, I said to myself, "I have come to this calamity." I said to the tiger among men, "Victory is where there is righteousness."
Supplementary Passages:
11.17.6 After 6ab, G3 ins.: *50 इत्येवमब्रुवं नैवं यतः कृष्णस्ततो जयः
यथा न युध्यमानस्त्वं संप्रमुह्यसि पुत्रक ध्रुवं शस्त्रजिताँल्लोकान्प्राप्तास्यमरवद्विभो
M. N. Dutt: And since, O son, you are bent upon fighting a battle. you will, forsooth, obtain those regions that can be gained by weapons and sport there like a celestial.
इत्येवमब्रुवं पूर्वं नैनं शोचामि वै प्रभो धृतराष्ट्रं तु शोचामि कृपणं हतबान्धवम्
M. N. Dutt: These were the words that I then said to him. I did not then grieve for my son. I am, however, sorry for the helpless Dhritarashtra deprived of friends and kinsmen.
अमर्षणं युधां श्रेष्ठं कृतास्त्रं युद्धदुर्मदम् शयानं वीरशयने पश्य माधव मे सुतम्
M. N. Dutt: Look, O Madhava, at my son, that best of warriors, wrathful, expert in weapons, and irresistible in battle, sleeping on the bed of heroes.
योऽयं मूर्धावसिक्तानामग्रे याति परंतपः सोऽयं पांसुषु शेतेऽद्य पश्य कालस्य पर्ययम्
M. N. Dutt: See the reverses brought about by Time, this subduer of enemies that used forinerly to walk at the head of all kings now sleeps on thc dust.
ध्रुवं दुर्योधनो वीरो गतिं नसुलभां गतः तथा ह्यभिमुखः शेते शयने वीरसेविते
M. N. Dutt: Forsooth, the heroic Duryodhana, when he sleeps on that bed of the heroes, has attain to the best end.
Supplementary Passages:
11.17.11 After 11, K3 Ñ1 B D1.3.4.6.8.9 ins.: *51 यं पुरा पर्युपासीना रमयन्ति वरस्त्रियः तं वीरशयने सुप्तं रमयन्त्यशिवाः शिवाः
यं पुरा पर्युपासीना रमयन्ति महीक्षितः महीतलस्थं निहतं गृध्रास्तं पर्युपासते
M. N. Dutt: He who was formerly encircled by kings who competed with one another to give him pleasure, alas, is now slain and lying on the ground, encircled by vultures.
यं पुरा व्यजनैरग्र्यैरुपवीजन्ति योषितः तमद्य पक्षव्यजनैरुपवीजन्ति पक्षिणः
M. N. Dutt: He who was formerly fanned with beautiful fans by fair damsels, is now fanned by (carnivorous) birds with flaps of their wings.
एष शेते महाबाहुर्बलवान्सत्यविक्रमः सिंहेनेव द्विपः संख्ये भीमसेनेन पातितः
M. N. Dutt: Endued with great strength and true prowess, this mighty-armed prince, killed by Bhimasena in battle, sleeps like in elephant killed by a lion.
पश्य दुर्योधनं कृष्ण शयानं रुधिरोक्षितम् निहतं भीमसेनेन गदामुद्यम्य भारत
M. N. Dutt: Look at Duryodhana, O Krishna, lying on the naked Earth, bathed in blood, killed by Bhimasena with his mace.
अक्षौहिणीर्महाबाहुर्दश चैकां च केशव अनयद्यः पुरा संख्ये सोऽनयान्निधनं गतः
M. N. Dutt: That mighty-armed one who had in battle collected together eleven Akshauhinis of soldiers, O Keshava, has on account of his own evil policy, been now killed.
एष दुर्योधनः शेते महेष्वासो महारथः शार्दूल इव सिंहेन भीमसेनेन पातितः
M. N. Dutt: Alas, there that great bowman and powerful car-warrior sleeps, killed by Bhimasena, like a tiger killed by a lion,
विदुरं ह्यवमन्यैष पितरं चैव मन्दभाक् बालो वृद्धावमानेन मन्दो मृत्युवशं गतः
M. N. Dutt: Having disobeyed Vidura, and his own father, this reckless, foolish, and wicked prince has met with death, on account of his disregard of the old.
निःसपत्ना मही यस्य त्रयोदश समाः स्थिता स शेते निहतो भूमौ पुत्रो मे पृथिवीपतिः
M. N. Dutt: He who had unrivaled away over the Earth, for thirteen years, alas, that prince, that son of mine, sleeps to-day on the naked Earth, killed by his foes.
अपश्यं कृष्ण पृथिवीं धार्तराष्ट्रानुशासनात् पूर्णां हस्तिगवाश्वस्य वार्ष्णेय न तु तच्चिरम्
M. N. Dutt: Not long before, O Krishna, I saw the Earth, full of elephants and kine and horses, ruled by Duryodhana.
तामेवाद्य महाबाहो पश्याम्यन्यानुशासनात् हीनां हस्तिगवाश्वेन किं नु जीवामि माधव
M. N. Dutt: To-day, O you of mighty-arms, I see her governed by another, and destitute of elephants and kine and horses. What need have I, O Madhava, of lie?
इदं कृच्छ्रतरं पश्य पुत्रस्यापि वधान्मम यदिमाः पर्युपासन्ते हताञ्शूरान्रणे स्त्रियः
M. N. Dutt: Again, look at this sight, of these fair ladies weeping by the side of the killed heroes, that is more painful than the death of my son.
प्रकीर्णकेशां सुश्रोणीं दुर्योधनभुजाङ्कगाम् रुक्मवेदीनिभां पश्य कृष्ण लक्ष्मणमातरम्
M. N. Dutt: Behold, O Krishna, the mother of Lakshmana, that lady having large hips, with her hairs disheveled, that dear wife of Duryodhana, resembling a golden sacrificial altar.
नूनमेषा पुरा बाला जीवमाने महाभुजे भुजावाश्रित्य रमते सुभुजस्य मनस्विनी
M. N. Dutt: While her mighty-armed husband was formerly alive, this highly intelligent damsel used to sport within the embrace of her lords' beautiful arms.
कथं तु शतधा नेदं हृदयं मम दीर्यते पश्यन्त्या निहतं पुत्रं पुत्रेण सहितं रणे
M. N. Dutt: Why, indeed, does not my heart break into a hundred pieces seeing my son and grandson killed in battle.
पुत्रं रुधिरसंसिक्तमुपजिघ्रत्यनिन्दिता दुर्योधनं तु वामोरूः पाणिना परिमार्जति
M. N. Dutt: Alas, that innocent lady now smells her son covered with blood. Again, that lady having beautiful thighs is gently rubbing Duryodhana's body with her fair hand.
किं नु शोचति भर्तारं पुत्रं चैषा मनस्विनी तथा ह्यवस्थिता भाति पुत्रं चाप्यभिवीक्ष्य सा
M. N. Dutt: At one time she is grieving for her husband, and again for her son. At one time she looks on her lord, and again on her son.
स्वशिरः पञ्चशाखाभ्यामभिहत्यायतेक्षणा पतत्युरसि वीरस्य कुरुराजस्य माधव
M. N. Dutt: See, O Madhava, striking her head with her hands, she falls upon the breast of her heroic husband, the king of the Kurus.
पुण्डरीकनिभा भाति पुण्डरीकान्तरप्रभा मुखं विमृज्य पुत्रस्य भर्तुश्चैव तपस्विनी
M. N. Dutt: Having a complexion like that of the filaments of the lotus, she looks beautiful like a lotus. The hapless princess, now rubs the face of her son, and again that of her husband.
यदि चाप्यागमाः सन्ति यदि वा श्रुतयस्तथा ध्रुवं लोकानवाप्तोऽयं नृपो बाहुबलार्जितान्
M. N. Dutt: If the scriptures and the Shrutis be true, forsooth, this king has obtained the blessed region that one may acquire by the use of weapons.'