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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.
celestials then, accompanied by the Gandharvas and Siddhas and great Rishis, cheerfully reverenced Pritha’s son of white deeds.  Benedictions were poured upon him, accompanied by the sounds of celestial music.  The strong-armed son of Pritha then heard around him the music of conchs and drums.  And praised all around, the son of Pritha then went, at the command of Indra, to that large and extensive starry way called by the name of Suravithi.  There he met with the Sadhyas, the Viswas, the Marutas, the twin Aswins, the Adityas, the Vasus, the Rudras, the Brahmarshis of the great splendour, and numerous royal sages with Dilipa at their head, and Tumvura and Narada, and that couple of Gandharvas known by the names of Haha and Huhu.  And the Kuru prince—­that chastiser of foes—­having met and duly saluted them, last of all beheld the chief of the celestials—­the god of a hundred sacrifices.  Then the strong-armed son of Pritha, alighting from the car approached the lord himself of the gods—­his father—­that chastiser of Paka.  And a beautiful white umbrella furnished with a golden staff was held over the chief of the celestials.  And he was fanned with a Chamara perfumed with celestial scents.  And he was eulogised by many Gandharvas headed by Viswavasu and others, by bards and singers, and by foremost Brahmanas chanting Rik and Yajus hymns.  And the mighty son of Kunti, approaching Indra, saluted him by bending his head to the ground.  And Indra thereupon embraced him with his round and plump arms.  And taking his hand, Sakra made him sit by him on a portion of his own seat, that sacred seat which was worshipped by gods and Rishis.  And the lord of the celestials—­that slayer of hostile heroes—­smelt the head of Arjuna bending in humility, and even took him upon his lap.  Seated on Sakra’s seat at the command of that god of a thousand eyes, Pritha’s son of immeasurable energy began to blaze in splendour like a second Indra.  And moved by affection, the slayer of Vritra, consoling Arjuna, touched his beautiful face with his own perfumed hands.  And the wielder of the thunderbolt, patting and rubbing gently again and again with his own hands which bore the marks of the thunderbolt the handsome and huge arms of Arjuna which resembled a couple of golden columns and which were hard in consequence of drawing the bowstring, the god of a thousand eyes eying his son of curly locks smilingly and with eyes expanded with delight, seemed scarcely to be gratified.  The more he gazed, the more he liked to gaze on.  And seated on one seat, the father and son enhanced the beauty of the assembly, like the sun and moon beautifying the firmament together on the fourteenth day of the dark fortnight.  And a band of Gandharvas headed by Tumvuru skilled in music sacred and profane, sang many verses in melodious notes.  And Ghritachi and Menaka and Rambha and Purvachitti and Swayamprabha and Urvasi and Misrakesi
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