O good-natured Brahmin, please hear my words

Haven’t you heard of Arjuna who

brings joy to even those in heaven?

I am not Krishna, neither am I Balarama

I am not from the Vrishni clan either

I am Jishnu with the divine weapons, the son of Indra,

mighty, victorious, prudent and generous.

Having beaten even Lord Siva in war,

is there a need to fear the God of death

Krishna the saviour and slayer of demons,

the strong Balarama and all the Yadavas

knew it was impossible and didn’t even move;

I have lost all desire to see a son’s face.

Alas, you are blinded by your sorrow

hence I won’t take offence at your words

Have no doubts, if I am unable to save your

next son I am not born to Indra.

When even Krishna the Lord and protector

was unmoved on hearing my sad tale, 

with hardly any thought you rashly

jump into the fray, you idiot, I am surprised.

You are senseless for sure, O Arjuna the brave.

Sloka:

Even after hearing this sad story from the Brahmin, Lord Krishna, the protector of this world, or his brother Balarama or other Yadava princes said nothing. Then Arjuna went to the Brahmin and spoke thus.

Sloka:

As Krishna and Arjuna stayed happily together in Dwaraka, a Brahmin suffered the deaths at birth of his eight children in eight years. When the ninth son also died, the Brahmin came to the royal court with the dead body of the infant and wailing loudly spoke thus.

O the jewel on the Kuru crown,

you stay with me here for sometime

Life is transient, like a water drop shining on a lotus leaf, 

and happiness comes from living with one’s friends.

O Lord, will any woes afflict us who serve at your feet

without any doubt everyone is happy and fine.

O lotus-eyed, you shower mercy on those who seek you;

you are revered by Indra and Siva, I prostrate at your feet.