विदुरो धृतराष्ट्रस्य जानन्सर्वं मनोगतम्। तेनायं विधिना सृष्टः कुटिलः कपटाशयः
Vidura, knowing all that was in Dhritarashtra’s mind, understood that this crooked and deceitful scheme had been devised by him.
इत्येवं चिन्तयन्राजन्विदुरो विदुषां वरः। लोकानां दर्शयन्दुःखं दुःखितैः सह बान्धवैः
Thus reflecting, O King, Vidura, foremost among the wise, showed sorrow to the world, grieving with the afflicted relatives.
मनसाऽचिन्तयत्पार्थान्कियद्दूरं गता इति। सहिताः पाण्डवाः पुत्रा इति चिन्तापरोऽभवत्
In his mind he wondered how far the sons of Pritha had gone; he was absorbed in the thought that the Pandavas were alive together.
ततः प्रव्यथितो भीष्मः पाण्डुराजसुतान्मृतान्। सह मात्रेति तच्छ्रुत्वा विललाप रुरोद च
Then Bhishma, deeply distressed upon hearing that the sons of King Pandu had died with their mother, lamented and wept.
हा युधिष्ठिर हा भीम हा धनञ्जय हा यमौ। हा पृथे सह पुत्रैस्त्वमेकरात्रेण स्वर्गता
Alas, Yudhishthira! Alas, Bhima! Alas, Dhananjaya! Alas, the twins! Alas, Pritha, you have gone to heaven with your sons in a single night.
मात्रा सह कुमारास्ते सर्वे तत्रैव संस्थिताः। न हि तौ नोत्सहेयातां भीमसेनधनञ्जयौ
There, together with their mother, all the princes remain; for Bhimasena and Dhananjaya could not have been overcome.
तरसा वेगितात्मानौ निर्भेत्तुमपि मन्दरम्। परासुत्वं न पश्यामि पृथायाः सह पाण्डवैः
Those two, swift and powerful in spirit, could shatter even Mandara mountain; I do not see defeat for Pritha together with the Pandavas.
सर्वथा विकृतं तत्तु यदि ते निधनं गताः। धर्मराजः स निर्दिष्टो ननु विप्रैर्युधिष्ठिरः
In every way, this is unnatural if they have met their end; was not Yudhishthira declared by the Brahmins to be the king of righteousness?
पृथिव्यां च रथिश्रेष्ठो भविता स धनञ्जयः। सत्यव्रतो धर्मदत्तः सत्यवाक्छुभलक्षणः
And on earth, Dhananjaya was to be the foremost among chariot-warriors, a speaker of truth, devoted to righteousness, and marked by auspicious signs.
कथं कालवशं प्राप्तः पाण्डवेयो युधिष्ठिरः। आत्मानमुपमां कृत्वा परेषां वर्तते तु यः
How has Yudhishthira, the son of Pandu, come under the power of time—he who always treats others as he would himself be treated?
मात्रा सहैव कौरव्यः कथं कालवशं गतः। पालितः सुचिरं कालं फलकाले यथा द्रुमः
How has the Kaurava, together with his mother, come under the sway of time, though long protected like a tree cared for until the time of fruit?
भग्नः स्याद्वायुवेगेन तथा राजा युधिष्ठिरः। यौवराज्येऽभिषिक्तेन पितुर्येनाहृतं यशः
Just as a tree might be broken by the force of the wind, so too has King Yudhishthira, who was consecrated as crown prince and brought glory to his father.
आत्मनश्च पितुश्चैव सत्यधर्मप्रवृत्तिभिः। यच्च सा वनवासेन तन्माता दुःखभागिनी
By his own truth and righteousness, and his father’s as well, and by his mother’s suffering in exile, he bore much sorrow.
कालेन सह संमग्नो धिक्कृतान्तमनर्थकम्। यच्च सा वनवासेन तन्माता दुःखभागिनी
Immersed in time, condemned by death, and rendered fruitless; and by her exile in the forest, his mother became a sharer in sorrow.
पुत्रगृध्नुतया कुन्ती न भर्तारं मृतात्वनु। अल्पकालं कुले जाता भर्तुः प्रीतिमवाप या
Because of her longing for sons, Kunti did not follow her husband in death; though born in a noble house, she enjoyed her husband’s affection only briefly.
दग्धाऽद्य सह पुत्रैः सा असंपूर्णमनोरा। मृतो भीम इति श्रुत्वा मनो न श्रद्दधाति मे
Today, she has been burned with her sons, her desires unfulfilled; even hearing that Bhima is dead, my mind cannot believe it.
एतच्च चिन्तयानस्य व्यथितं बहुधा मनः। अवधूय च मे देहं हृदयेन विदीर्यते
Thinking on this, my mind is greatly troubled in many ways; casting aside my body, my heart is torn apart.
पीनस्कन्धश्चारुबाहुर्मेरुकूटसमो युवा। मृतो भीम इति श्रुत्वा मनो न श्रद्दधाति मे
Broad-shouldered, with beautiful arms, youthful, like the peak of Meru—hearing that Bhima is dead, my mind cannot believe it.
अतित्यागी च योधी च क्षिप्रहस्तो दृढायुधः। प्रपत्तिमाँल्लब्धलक्षो रथयानविशारदः
He was generous, a warrior, swift-handed, firm with weapons, skilled in attack and marksmanship, and expert in chariot-driving.
दूरपाती त्वसंभ्रान्तो महावीर्यो महास्त्रवान्। अदीनात्मा नरश्रेष्ठः श्रेष्ठः सर्वधनुष्मताम्
A far-shooter, unshaken, of great courage, master of mighty weapons, undaunted in spirit, best among men, and foremost of all archers.
येन प्राच्याश्च सौवीरा दाक्षिणात्याश्च निर्जिताः। ख्यापितं येन शूरेण त्रिषु लोकेषु पौरुषम्
By whom the peoples of the east, the Sauviras, and the southerners were conquered; by whose valor manliness was proclaimed in the three worlds.
यस्मिञ्जाते विशोकाऽभूत्कुन्ती पाण्डुश्च वीर्यवान्। पुरन्दरसमो जिष्णुः कथं कालवशं गतः
At his birth, Kunti and the mighty Pandu became free from sorrow; how has Jishnu, equal to Indra, come under the power of time?
कथं तावृषभष्कन्धौ सिंहविक्रान्तगामिनौ। मर्त्यधर्ममनुप्राप्तौ यमावरिनिवर्हणौ
How is it that these two, strong as bulls and moving with the stride of lions, who could not be restrained even by Yama’s attendants, have come under the law of mortality?
वत्सा गताः क्व मां वृद्धं विहाय भृशमातुरम्। हा स्नुषे मम वार्ष्णेयि निधाय हृदि मे शुचम्
Where have my sons gone, leaving me, old and deeply afflicted, behind? Alas, daughter-in-law of the Vrishni line, you have left sorrow lodged in my heart.
वारणावतयात्रायां के स्युर्वै शकुनाः पथि। एवमल्पायुषो लोके भविष्यन्ति पृथासुताः
What omens appeared on the road during their journey to Varanavata? Thus, in this world of short-lived men, the sons of Pritha will meet their fate.
संशप्ता इति कैर्यूयं वत्सान्दर्शय मे पृथे। ममैव नाथा मन्नाथा मम नेत्राणि पाण्डवाः
If you are truly unslain, show my sons to me, O Pritha! The Pandavas are my protectors, my eyes, my only refuge.
हा पाण्डवा मे हे वत्सा हा सिंहशिशवो मम। मातङ्गा हा ममोत्तुङ्गा हा ममानन्दवर्धनाः
Alas, my Pandavas! Alas, my sons! Alas, my lion-cubs! Alas, my mighty elephants! Alas, my exalted ones, my bringers of joy!
मम हीनस्य युष्माभिः सर्वलोकास्तमोवृताः। कदा द्रष्टाऽस्मि कौन्तेयांस्तरुणादित्यवर्चसः
Bereft of you, all the worlds are shrouded in darkness for me. When shall I see the sons of Kunti again, radiant as young suns?
अदृष्ट्वा वो महाबाहून्पुत्रवन्मम नन्दनाः। क्व गतिर्मे क्व गच्छामि कुतो द्रक्ष्यामि मे शिशून्
Not seeing you, my strong-armed children, who are as dear as sons to me—where is my path, where shall I go, from where will I see my boys?
हा युधिष्ठिर हा भीम हा हा फल्गुन हा यमौ। मा गच्छत निवर्तध्वं मयि कोपं विमुञ्चत
Alas, Yudhishthira! Alas, Bhima! Alas, Arjuna! Alas, the twins! Do not go, turn back, release your anger towards me.