MAHABHARATA CONDENSED INTO ENGLISH ... - Mandhata Global
MAHABHARATA CONDENSED INTO ENGLISH ... - Mandhata Global
MAHABHARATA CONDENSED INTO ENGLISH ... - Mandhata Global
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Mounted on their milk-white chargers proudly did the princes sweep,<br />
Like the sea-birds skimming gaily o'er the bosom of the deep,<br />
Five of stout Gandhara's princes in that fatal combat fen,<br />
And a sixth in fear and faintness fled the woeful tale to tell!<br />
Short, alas, Iravat's triumph, transient was the victor's joy,<br />
Alumbusha dark and dreadful came against the gallant boy,<br />
Fierce and fateful was the combat, mournful is the tale to tell,<br />
Like a lotus rudely severed gallant son of Arjun fell!<br />
Arjun heard the tale of sorrow and his heart was filled with grief,<br />
And he spake a father's anguish in his accents few and brief:<br />
"Wherefore, Krishna, for a kingdom mingle in this fatal fray,<br />
Kinsmen killed and comrades slaughtered,-dear, alas, the price we pay!<br />
Woe unto Hastiria's empire built upon our children's grave,<br />
Dearer than the throne of monarchs was Iravat young and brave,<br />
Young in years and rich in beauty, with thy mother's winsome eye,<br />
Art thou slain, my gallant warrior, and thy father was not nigh?<br />
But thy young blood calls for vengeance! noble Krishna, drive the car,<br />
Let them feel the father's prowess, those who slew the son in war!"<br />
And he dashed the rising tear-drop and his words were few and brief,<br />
Broken ranks and slaughtered chieftains spoke an angry father's grief,<br />
Bhima too revenged Iravat, and as onward still he flew,<br />
Brothers of the proud Duryodhan in that fatal combat slew,<br />
Still advanced the fatal carnage till the darksome close of day,<br />
When the wounded and the weary with the dead and lying lay!<br />
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PANDAVS ROUTED BY BHISHMA<br />
Fell the thickening shades of darkness on the red and ghastly plain,<br />
Torches by the white tents flickered, red fires showed the countless slain,<br />
With a bosom sorrow-laden proud Duryodhan drew his breath,<br />
Wept the issue of the battle and his warlike brother's death.