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Mahabharata, Epic of the Bharatas

An Abbreviated Translation of the Indian Classic, the Mahabharata by Romesh Chundar Dutt in 2,000 verses

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Book XI. Sraddha (Funeral Rites) – 134<br />

As <strong>the</strong>y saw <strong>the</strong> wolves <strong>of</strong> jungle feed upon <strong>the</strong> destined prey,<br />

Darksome wanderers <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> midnight prowling in <strong>the</strong> light <strong>of</strong> day!<br />

Shriek <strong>of</strong> pain and wail <strong>of</strong> anguish o’er <strong>the</strong> ghastly field resound,<br />

And <strong>the</strong>ir feeble footsteps falter and <strong>the</strong>y sink upon <strong>the</strong> ground,<br />

Sense and life desert <strong>the</strong> mourners as <strong>the</strong>y faint in common grief,<br />

Death-like swoon succeeding sorrow yields a moment’s short relief!<br />

Then a mighty sigh <strong>of</strong> anguish from Gandhari’s bosom broke,<br />

Gazing on her anguished daughters unto Krishna thus she spoke:<br />

“Mark my unconsoléd daughters, widowed queens <strong>of</strong> Kuru’s house,<br />

Wailing for <strong>the</strong>ir dear departed, like <strong>the</strong> osprey for her spouse!<br />

[350] How each cold and fading feature wakes in <strong>the</strong>m a woman’s love,<br />

How amidst <strong>the</strong> lifeless warriors still with restless steps <strong>the</strong>y rove,<br />

Mo<strong>the</strong>rs hug <strong>the</strong>ir slaughtered children all unconscious in <strong>the</strong>ir sleep,<br />

Widows bend upon <strong>the</strong>ir husbands and in ceaseless sorrow weep,<br />

Mighty Bhishma, hath he fallen, quenched is archer Karna’s pride,<br />

Doth <strong>the</strong> monarch <strong>of</strong> Panchala sleep by foeman Drona’s side?<br />

Shining mail and costly jewels, royal bangles strew <strong>the</strong> plain,<br />

Golden garlands rich and burnished deck <strong>the</strong> chiefs untimely slain,<br />

Lances hurled by stalwart fighters, clubs <strong>of</strong> mighty wrestlers killed,<br />

Swords and bows <strong>of</strong> ample measure, quivers still with arrows filled!<br />

Mark <strong>the</strong> unforgotten heroes, jungle prowlers ’mid <strong>the</strong>m stray,<br />

On <strong>the</strong>ir brow and mailéd bosoms heedless perch <strong>the</strong> birds <strong>of</strong> prey,<br />

Mark <strong>the</strong> great unconquered heroes famed on earth from west to east,<br />

Kankas perch upon <strong>the</strong>ir foreheads, hungry wolves upon <strong>the</strong>m feast!<br />

Mark <strong>the</strong> kings, on s<strong>of</strong>test cushion scarce <strong>the</strong> needed rest <strong>the</strong>y found,<br />

Now <strong>the</strong>y lie in peaceful slumber on <strong>the</strong> hard and reddened ground,<br />

Mark <strong>the</strong> youths who morn and evening listed to <strong>the</strong> minstrel’s song,<br />

In <strong>the</strong>ir ear <strong>the</strong> loathsome jackal doth his doleful wail prolong!<br />

See <strong>the</strong> chieftains with <strong>the</strong>ir maces and <strong>the</strong>ir swords <strong>of</strong> trusty steel,<br />

Still <strong>the</strong>y grasp <strong>the</strong>ir tried weapons, – do <strong>the</strong>y still <strong>the</strong> life-pulse feel?”

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