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Krishna Dwaipayana Vyasa
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 454 pages of information about Mahabharata of Krishna-Dwaipayana Vyasa Bk. 3 Pt. 1.
species in large numbers.  I wish to carry them to our hermitage.’  Having said this, the blameless lady of beautiful glances approached Yudhishthira the just, taking the flower.  And knowing the desire of his beloved queen that bull among men, Bhima of great strength, also set out, in order to gratify her.  And intent upon fetching the flowers, he began to proceed at rapid space, facing the wind, in the direction from which the flower had come.  And taking the bow inlaid with gold on the back as also arrows like unto venomous snakes, he proceeded as a lion in anger or an elephant in rut.  And all beings gazed at him, holding a mighty bow and arrows.  And neither exhaustion, nor langour, neither fear nor confusion, ever possessed the son of Pritha and the offspring of Vayu (wind).  And desirous of pleasing Draupadi the mighty one, free from fear or confusion, ascended the peak depending on the strength of his arms.  And that slayer of foes began to range that beautiful peak covered with trees, creepers and of black rocky base; and frequented by Kinnaras; and variegated with minerals, plants, beasts, and birds of various hues; and appearing like an upraised arm of the Earth adorned with an entire set of ornaments.  And that one of matchless prowess proceeded, fixing his look at the slopes of the Gandhamadana,—­beautiful with flowers of every season—­and revolving various thoughts in his mind and with his ears, eyes and mind rivetted to the spots resounding with the notes of male kokilas and ringing with the hum of black bees.  And like an elephant in rut ranging mad in a forest that one of mighty prowess smelt the rare odour proceeding from the flowers of every season.  And he was fanned by the fresh breeze of the Gandhamadana bearing the perfumes of various blossoms and cooling like unto a father’s touch.  On his fatigue being removed the down on his body stood on end.  And in this state that represser of foes for the flowers began to survey all the mountain, inhabited by Yakshas and Gandharvas and celestials and Brahmarshis.  And brushed by the leaves of Saptachchada tree, besmeared with fresh red, black and white minerals, he looked as if decorated with lines of holy unguents drawn by fingers.  And with clouds stretching at its sides, the mountain seemed dancing with outspread wings.  And on account of the trickling waters of springs, it appeared to be decked with necklaces of pearls.  And it contained romantic caverns and groves and cascades and caves.  And there were excellent peacocks dancing to the jingling of the bangles of the Apsaras.  And its rocky surface was worn away by the end of tusks of the elephants presiding over the cardinal points.  And with the waters of rivers falling down, the mountain looked as if its clothes were getting loosened.  And that graceful son of the wind-god playfully and cheerfully went on, pushing away by his force countless intertwisted creepers.  And stags in curiosity gazed at him, with grass in their
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