Victory to you Krishna
Victory to you Krishna, victory to you Arjuna
the insults I spewed because of heavy sorrow
do not take to heart, O great archer
those who think of you will have God’s blessings!
Victory to you Krishna, victory to you Arjuna
the insults I spewed because of heavy sorrow
do not take to heart, O great archer
those who think of you will have God’s blessings!
sloka:
After prostrating before Lord Vishnu, the Ocean of Mercy, and collecting all the Brahmin’s boys, Arjuna boarded the chariot with Krishna, returned to earth, reached the Brahmin’s home with a sense of accomplishment, clasped his hands humbly and spoke to the Brahmin and returned his sons to him.
Salutes to you, O Brahmin, forgive me
with God’s blessings I found your sons
The pointed barbed words you uttered when
in great despair hurt me so badly
Arjuna, my friend, don’t be angry
you are dying for no reason
I am going to accomplish
whatever you have set your mind on
Don’t be sad, all the Brahmin’s
blessed boys are safe and
living with no distress at all,
let’s go and bring them
Enough of what you said, enough of this disgrace
I have had enough; I dropped your
name and boasted about it
enough is enough, I have decided!
A Brahmin weighed down with the loss of his son
heaped abuses on you
and yet you didn’t utter a single word in reply
what a disgrace this!
For a Kshatriya on this earth
it's better to embrace death
than see subjects being insulted
Don't be rash! Don't be reckless!
Am I not here for you?
Isn’t it known the world over that
you have no problem achieving anything?
All the help I gave you earlier
have you already forgotten?
What did I do to make you
even forget me, my friend?
Sloka:
After building a pyre with his arrows, and setting fire to it, Arjuna was about to jump into it when Krishna, the personification of generosity, reached there, stopped Arjuna and spoke thus.
Sloka:
Arjuna, after listening to Indra and returning from the heavens, searched all over the world for the sons of the Brahmin and failing to find them realises Krishna is subjecting him to a test and decided to jump into the fire and end his life.
This is the play of destiny! Wonder! Wonder!
A boy dies but the God of Death isn’t aware
These are bad times for Vijaya.
Now what shall I do! I will enter the fire
Sloka:
After hearing his wife’s sobbing words from inside the labour room, the Brahmin was devastated and fainted. Just as a fire stoked by wind, the Brahmin rose up blinded by fury and condemned Arjuna in the strongest of terms.
You fool! What happened to your great prowess?
what’s the use of your strong and beautiful
house of arrows, you pretender?
O Pandava, again and again I warned you
pointedly not to get involved in this
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