Mahābhārata · Adhyāya 12.147
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12.147.1
ततो गतो शाकुनिके कपोती प्राह दुःखिता ।
संस्मृत्य सा च भर्तारं रुदती शोककर्शिता ॥ १२.१४७.१ ॥
Then the grieving dove went to the fowler and spoke to him. Recalling her husband and weeping, she was wasted by sorrow.
12.147.2
नाहं ते विप्रियं कान्त कदाचिदपि संस्मरे ।
सर्वाऽपि विधवा नारी बहुपुत्राऽपि शोचते ॥ १२.१४७.२ ॥
Beloved, I never recall anything unpleasant to you. Every widowed woman grieves, even one with many sons.
12.147.3
शोच्या भवति बन्धूनां पतिहीना तपस्विनी ।
लालिताऽहं त्वया नित्यं बहुमानाच्च पूजिता ॥ १२.१४७.३ ॥
A widowed ascetic woman becomes an object of pity to her kinsmen. You always cherished me and honored me with great respect.
12.147.4
वचनैर्मधुरैः स्निग्धैरसंक्लिष्टमनोहरैः ।
कन्दरेषु च शैलानां नदीनां निर्झरेषु च ॥ १२.१४७.४ ॥
With sweet, affectionate, untroubled and heart-delighting words; in the mountain caves, and by the rivers and waterfalls.
12.147.5
द्रुमाग्रेषु च रम्येषु रमिताऽहं त्वया सह ।
आकाशगमने चैव विहृताऽहं त्वया सुखम्।
रमामि स्म पुरा कान्त तन्मे नास्त्यद्य मे प्रिय ॥ १२.१४७.५ ॥
On the tops of lovely trees I delighted with you; and flying through the sky I roamed happily with you. Beloved, I once delighted in this; today it is not mine.
12.147.6
मितं ददाति हि पिता मितं भ्राता मितं सुतः ।
अमितस्य हि दातारं भर्तारं का न पूजयेत् ॥ १२.१४७.६ ॥
A father gives what is limited, a brother gives what is limited, a son gives what is limited. What woman would not honor a husband who gives the unlimited?
12.147.7
नास्ति भर्तृसमो नाथो नास्ति भर्तृसमं सुखम् ।
विसृज्य धनसर्वस्वं भर्ता वै शरणं स्त्रियाः ॥ १२.१४७.७ ॥
There is no protector equal to a husband, and no happiness equal to a husband. Even having given up all one's wealth, the husband is indeed a woman's refuge.
12.147.8
न कार्यमिह मे नाथ जीवितेन त्वया विना ।
पतिहीना तु का नारी सती जीवितुमुत्सहेत् ॥ १२.१४७.८ ॥
O lord, there is no purpose for me in this life without you. What chaste wife, bereft of her husband, would dare to live?
12.147.9
एवं विलप्य बहुधा करुणं सा सुदुःखिता ।
पतिव्रता संप्रदीप्तं प्रविवेश हुताशनम् ॥ १२.१४७.९ ॥
Thus, lamenting piteously in many ways, the deeply sorrowful, devoted wife entered the blazing fire.
12.147.10
ततश्चित्राङ्गदधरं भर्तारं साऽन्वपद्यत ।
विमानस्थं सुकृतिभिः पूज्यमानं महात्मभिः ॥ १२.१४७.१० ॥
Then she found her husband, wearing a Citrāṅgada garland, standing on a celestial car, honored by the great souls of righteous deeds.
12.147.11
चित्रमाल्याम्बरधरं सर्वाभरणभूषितम् ।
विमानशतकोटीभिरावृतं पुण्यकर्मभिः ॥ १२.१४७.११ ॥
Wearing bright garlands and garments, adorned with all ornaments, surrounded by hundreds of millions of celestial cars and by those of meritorious deeds.
12.147.12
ततः स्वर्गं गतः पक्षी विमानवरमास्थितः ।
कर्मणा पूजितस्तत्र रेमे स सह भार्यया ॥ १२.१४७.१२ ॥
Then the bird went to heaven, mounted upon the finest celestial car, honored there for its deeds, and rejoiced together with its wife.