Mahābhārata · Adhyāya 11.17
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11.17.1
दुर्योधनं हतं दृष्ट्वा गान्धारी शोककर्शिता ।
सहसा न्यपतद्भूमौ छिन्नेव कदली वने ॥ ११.१७.१ ॥
Seeing Duryodhana slain, Gāndhārī, wasted by grief, suddenly fell to the ground like a plantain tree cut down in the forest.
11.17.2
सा तु लब्ध्वा पुनः संज्ञां विक्रुश्य च विलप्य च ।
दुर्योधनमभिप्रेक्ष्य शयानं रुधिरोक्षितम् ॥ ११.१७.२ ॥
Regaining consciousness, she cried out and lamented again, gazing upon Duryodhana lying smeared with blood.
11.17.3
परिष्वज्याथ गान्धारी कृपणं पर्यदेवयत् ।
हाहापुत्रेति शोकार्ता विललापाकुलेन्द्रिया ॥ ११.१७.३ ॥
Then Gāndhārī embraced him and lamented piteously. "Alas, alas, my son!" she cried, afflicted with grief, her senses bewildered, and she wailed.
11.17.4
सुगूढजत्रु विपुलं हारनिष्कविभूषितम् ।
वारिणा नेत्रजेनोरः सिञ्चन्ती शोकतापिता ॥ ११.१७.४ ॥
Bathing his broad chest, with well-set collarbones, adorned with necklace and gold ornaments, with tears from her eyes, she, tormented by grief,
11.17.5
समीपस्थं हृषीकेशमिद वचनमब्रवीत् ।
उपस्थितेऽस्मिन्सङ्ग्रामे ज्ञातीनां संक्षये विभो ॥ ११.१७.५ ॥
To Hṛṣīkeśa, who stood near, she spoke these words: "O mighty one, when this battle has come and the destruction of kinsmen has occurred..."
11.17.6
मामयं प्राह वार्ष्णेय प्राञ्चलिर्नृपसत्तमः ।
अस्मिञ्ज्ञातिसमुद्धर्षे जयमम्बा ब्रवीतु मे ॥ ११.१७.६ ॥
"O descendant of Vṛṣṇi, this best of kings, with folded hands, said to me: 'In this uprising of kinsmen, let my mother tell me of victory.'"
11.17.7
इत्युक्ते जानती सर्वमहं स्वव्यसनागमम् ।
अब्रुवं पुरुषव्याघ्र यतो धर्मस्ततो जयः ॥ ११.१७.७ ॥
Thus addressed, though knowing the coming of my own calamity, I said: O tiger among men, where dharma is, there is victory.
11.17.8
तथा तु युव्यमानस्त्वं सम्प्रगृह्य सुपुत्रक ।
ध्रुवं शखजिताँल्लोकान्प्राप्स्यस्यमरवत्प्रभो ॥ ११.१७.८ ॥
And so, fighting, firmly gripping your weapon, O good son, O lord, you will surely obtain the worlds won by arms, like the immortals.
11.17.9
इत्येव… पूर्वं नैवं शोचामि वै प्रभो ।
धृतराष्ट्रं तु शोचामि कृपणं हतबान्धवम् ॥ ११.१७.९ ॥
Thus … formerly I did not grieve in this way, O lord. But I grieve for Dhṛtarāṣṭra, pitiable, whose kinsmen are slain.
11.17.10
अमर्वणं युधां श्रेष्ठं कृतास्त्रं युद्धदुर्मदम् ।
शयानं वीरशयने पश्य माधव मे सुतम् ॥ ११.१७.१० ॥
Behold my son, unforgiving, the best of warriors, skilled in arms, proud in battle, lying on the bed of heroes, O Mādhava.
11.17.11
बोऽयं मूर्धावसिक्तानाये याति परन्तपः ।
सोऽवं पांसुषु शेतेऽद्य पञ्च कालस्य पर्ययम् ॥ ११.१७.११ ॥
He who walked anointed upon the head in this lineage, the scorcher of foes, lies today in the dust—a reversal wrought by the five-fold turning of time.
11.17.12
दुवं दुर्योधनो वीरो गतिं न सुलभां गतः ।
तथा ह्यभि… शेते शयने वीरसेविते ॥ ११.१७.१२ ॥
The hero Duryodhana, surely, has not gone to an easily attained destination. Thus indeed … he lies upon the bed frequented by heroes.
11.17.13
यं पुरा पर्युपासीना समयन्ति वरस्त्रियः ।
सं वीरशयने सुप्तं रमयन्त्यशिवाः शिवाः ॥ ११.१७.१३ ॥
He whom once excellent women, sitting in attendance, approached, now lying asleep on the bed of heroes is delighted by inauspicious jackals.
11.17.14
यं पुरा पर्युपासीना रमयन्ति महीक्षितः ।
महीतलस्यं निहतं गृध्रास्तं पर्युपासते ॥ ११.१७.१४ ॥
He whom kings, sitting in attendance, once delighted, lies slain upon the surface of the earth, and vultures sit around him.
11.17.15
यं पुरा व्यजनैरम्यैरुपवीजन्ति योषितः ।
तमद्य पक्षव्यजनै रुपवीजन्ति पक्षिणः ॥ ११.१७.१५ ॥
He whom women once fanned with fine fans, today birds fan with the fans of their wings.
11.17.16
एष शेते महाबाहुर्बलवान्सत्यविक्रमः ।
सिंहेनेव द्विपः सङ्ख्ये भीमसेनेन पातितः ॥ ११.१७.१६ ॥
This mighty-armed, strong, truly valiant one lies felled in battle by Bhīmasena, as an elephant is felled by a lion.
11.17.17
पश्य दुर्योधनं कृष्ण शयानं रुधिरोक्षितम् ।
निहतं भीमसेनेन गदां सम्मृज्य भारत ॥ ११.१७.१७ ॥
Behold Duryodhana, Kṛṣṇa, lying smeared with blood, slain by Bhīmasena, who wiped his mace clean, O Bhārata.
11.17.18
अक्षौहिणीर्महाबाहुर्दश चैकां च केशव ।
आनयद्यः पुरा सङ्ख्ये सोऽनयान्निधनं गतः ॥ ११.१७.१८ ॥
O Keśava, that mighty-armed one who once in battle led eleven akṣauhiṇī armies has met death through injustice.
11.17.19
एष दुर्योधनः शेते महेष्वासो महाबलः ।
शार्दूल इव सिंहेन भीमसेनेन पातितः ॥ ११.१७.१९ ॥
Here lies Duryodhana, the great archer, mighty in strength, felled by Bhīmasena, like a tiger struck down by a lion.
11.17.20
विदुरं ह्यवमत्यैष पितरं चैव मन्दभाक् ।
बालो वृद्धावमानेन मन्दो मृत्युवशं गतः ॥ ११.१७.२० ॥
Having disdained Vidura and even his own father, this ill-fated child, foolish, fell into the power of death through insulting the elders.
11.17.21
निःसपत्ना मही यस्य त्रयोदशसमाः स्थिता ।
स शेते निहतो भूमौ पुत्रो मे पृथिवीपतिः ॥ ११.१७.२१ ॥
He whose earth was without rivals for thirteen years, my son, lord of the earth, lies slain upon the ground.
11.17.22
अपश्यं कृष्ण पृथिवीं धार्तराष्ट्रानुशासिताम् ।
पूर्णां हस्तिगवाश्वैश्च वार्ष्णेय न तु तच्चिरम् ॥ ११.१७.२२ ॥
O Kṛṣṇa, I saw the earth governed by the sons of Dhṛtarāṣṭra, full of elephants, cattle and horses; O descendant of Vṛṣṇi, it did not last long.
11.17.23
तामेवाद्य महाबाहो पश्याम्यन्यानुशासिताम् ।
हीनां हस्तिगवाश्वेन किन्नु जीवामि माधव ॥ ११.१७.२३ ॥
O mighty-armed one, today I see that same earth governed by others and bereft of elephants, cattle and horses; O Mādhava, why then do I still live?
11.17.24
इदं कष्टतरं पश्य पुत्रस्यापि वधान्मम ।
या इमाः पर्युपासन्ते हताञ्शूरान्रणे स्त्रियः ॥ ११.१७.२४ ॥
Behold, this is more painful even than my son's slaying: these women sit around the heroes slain in battle.
11.17.25
प्रकीर्णकेशां सुश्रोणीं दुर्योधनभूजाङ्कगाम् ।
रुक्मवेदिनिभां पश्य कृष्ण लक्ष्मणमातरम् ॥ ११.१७.२५ ॥
Look, Kṛṣṇa, at the mother of Lakṣmaṇa, her hair loosened, beautiful-hipped, lying in the lap of Duryodhana's arm, shining like a golden altar.
11.17.26
नूनमेषा पुरा बाला जीवमाने महाभुजे ।
भुजावाश्रित्य रमते सुभुजस्य मनस्विनी ॥ ११.१७.२६ ॥
Surely she once, while the great-armed one lived, a young and high-minded woman, found delight resting upon the arms of well-armed Subhuja.
11.17.27
कथं तु शतधा नेदं हृदयं मम दीर्यते ।
पश्यन्त्या निहतं पुत्रं पौत्रेण सहितं रणे ॥ ११.१७.२७ ॥
How is it that my heart does not break into a hundred pieces, as I see my son slain together with his grandson in battle?
11.17.28
पुत्रं रुधिरसंसिक्तमुपजिघ्रत्यनिन्दिता ।
दुर्योधनं तु वामोरूः पाणिना परिमार्जती ॥ ११.१७.२८ ॥
The blameless one smells her son drenched in blood; and the fair-thighed woman wipes Duryodhana with her hand.
11.17.29
किन्नु शोचति भर्तारं हतपुत्रं मनस्विनी ।
तथा ह्यवस्थिता भाति पुत्रं चाप्यभिवीक्ष्य सा ॥ ११.१७.२९ ॥
Why does that high-minded woman grieve for her husband, whose son has been slain? Thus she stands, and looking upon her son as well, she
11.17.30
स्वशिरः पञ्चशाखाभ्यामभिहत्यायतेक्षणा ।
पतत्युरसि वीरस्य कुरुराजस्य माधव ॥ ११.१७.३० ॥
Striking her own head with five fingers, the long-eyed woman falls upon the chest of the hero, the king of the Kurus, O Mādhava.
11.17.31
पुण्डरीकनिभा भाति पुण्डरीकान्तरप्रभा ।
मुखं प्रमृज्य पुत्रस्य भर्तुश्चैव तपस्विनी ॥ ११.१७.३१ ॥
Shining like a lotus, with the radiance of a lotus's inner heart, the ascetic woman wiped the faces of her son and her husband.
11.17.32
यदि सत्यागमाः सन्ति यदि वै श्रुतयस्तथा ।
ध्रुवं लोकानवाप्तोऽयं नृपो बाहुबलार्जितान् ॥ ११.१७.३२ ॥
If the true traditions and the Vedic revelations indeed exist, then this king has surely obtained the worlds won by the strength of his arms.