Maha-Bharata Epic of the Bharatas

Posted by admin_akashic on Oct 20th, 2022 in Civilization

Still with gallant son of Arjun, Lakshman strove with bow and shield,
Vainly strove; his faithful henchman bore him bleeding from the field,

Lakshman son of proud Duryodhan, Abhimanyu Arjun’s son,
Doomed to die in youth and glory ’neath the same revolving sun!

Sad the day for Vrishni warriors! Brave Satyaki’s sons of might
’Gainst the cruel Bhuri-sravas strove in unrelenting fight,

Ten brave brothers, pride of Vrishni, fell upon that fatal day,
Slain by mighty Bhuri-sravas on the battle’s red field lay!

VI. Bhima’s Danger and Rescue

Dawned another day of slaughter; heedless Bhima forced his way
Through Duryodhan’s serried legions, where dark death and danger lay,

[306] And a hundred foemen gathered and unequal was the strife,
Bhima strove with furious valour for his forfeit was his life!

Fair Panchala’s watchful monarch saw the danger from afar,
Forced his way where bleeding Bhima fought beside his shattered car,

And he helped the fainting warrior, placed him on his chariot-seat,
But the Kurus darkly gathered, surging round as waters meet!

Arjun’s son and twelve brave chieftains dashed into the dubious fray,
Rescued Bhima and proud Drupad from the Kurus’ grim array,

Surging still the Kuru forces onward came with ceaseless might,
Drona smote the scattered Pandavs till the darksome hours of night!

VII. Pandavs routed by Bhishma

Morning came and angry Arjun rushed into the dreadful war,
Krishna drove his milk-white coursers, onward flew his sounding car,

And before his monkey banner quailed the faint and frightened foes,
Till like star on billowy ocean Bhishma’s palm-tree banner rose!

Vainly then the good Yudhishthir, stalwart Bhima, Arjun brave,
Strove with useless toil and valour shattered ranks of war to save,

Vainly too the Pandav brothers on the peerless Bhishma fell,
Gods in sky nor earthly warriors Bhishma’s matchless might could quell!

Fell Yudhishthir’s lofty standard, shook his chariot battle-tost,
Fell his proud and fiery coursers, and the dreadful day was lost,

Sahadeva and Nakula vainly strove with all their might,
Till their broken scattered forces rested in the shades of night!

VIII. Iravat slain

[307] Morning saw the turn of battle; Bhishma’s charioteer was slain,
And his coursers uncontrolléd flew across the reddened plain,

Ill it fared with Kuru forces when their leader went astray,
And their foremost chiefs and warriors with the dead and dying lay.

But Gandhara’s mounted princes rode across the battle-ground, –
For its steeds and matchless chargers is Gandhara’s realm renowned,

And to smite the young Iravat fierce Gandhara’s princes swore, –
Brave Iravat son of Arjun, whom a Naga princess bore!

Mounted on their milk-white chargers proudly did the princes sweep,
Like the sea-birds skimming gaily o’er the bosom of the deep,

Five of stout Gandhara’s princes in that fatal combat fell,
And a sixth in fear and faintness fled the woeful tale to tell!

Short, alas, Iravat’s triumph, transient was the victor’s joy,
Alumbusha dark and dreadful came against the gallant boy,

Fierce and fateful was the combat, mournful is the tale to tell,
Like a lotus rudely severed gallant son of Arjun fell!

Arjun heard the tale of sorrow and his heart was filled with grief,
And he spake a father’s anguish in his accents few and brief:

“Wherefore, Krishna, for a kingdom mingle in this fatal fray,
Kinsmen killed and comrades slaughtered, – dear, alas, the price we pay!

Woe unto Hastina’s empire built upon our children’s grave,
Dearer than the throne of monarchs was Iravat young and brave,

Young in years and rich in beauty, with thy mother’s winsome eye,
Art thou slain, my gallant warrior, and thy father was not nigh?

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