in pursuance of their promise. They will live
in the woods for twelve years. Practising the
Brahmacharyya mode of life for this period, they will
return in anger and to our great grief take the amplest
vengeance on their foes. I had formerly deprived
Drupada of his kingdom in a friendly dispute.
Robbed of his kingdom by me, O Bharata, the king performed
a sacrifice for obtaining a son (that should slay
me). Aided by the ascetic power of Yaja and Upayaja,
Drupada obtained from the (sacrificial) fire a son
named Dhrishtadyumna and a daughter, viz
faultless Krishna, both risen from the sacrificial
platform. That Dhrishtadyumna is the brother-in-law
of the sons of Pandu by marriage, and dear unto them.
It is for him, therefore that I have much fear.
Of celestial origin and resplendent as the fire, he
was born with bow, arrows, and encased in mail.
I am a being that is mortal. Therefore it is
for him that I have great fear. That slayer of
all foes, the son of Parshatta, hath taken the side
of the Pandavas. I shall have to lose my life,
if he and I ever encounter each other in battle.
What grief can be greater to me in this world than
this, ye Kauravas that Dhrishtadyumna is the destined
slayer of Drona—this belief is general.
That he hath been born for slaying me hath been heard
by me and is widely known also in the world. For
thy sake, O Duryodhana, that terrible season of destruction
is almost come. Do without loss of time, what
may be beneficial unto thee. Think not that everything
hath been accomplished by sending the Pandavas into
exile. This thy happiness will last for but a
moment, even as in winter the shadow of the top of
the palm tree resteth (for a short time) at its base.
Perform various kinds of sacrifices, and enjoy, and
give O Bharata, everything thou likest. On the
fourteenth year hence, a great calamity will overwhelm
these words of Drona, Dhritarashtra said,—’O
Kshatta, the preceptor hath uttered what is true.
Go thou and bring back the Pandavas. If they
do not come back, let them go treated with respect
and affection. Let those my sons go with weapons,
and cars, and infantry, and enjoying every other good
Vaisampayana said,—“defeated at dice,
after the Pandavas had gone to the woods, Dhritarashtra,
O king, was overcome with anxiety. And while he
was seated restless with anxiety and sighing in grief,
Sanjaya approaching him said, ’O lord of the
earth having now obtained the whole earth with all
its wealth and sent away the sons of Pandu into exile,
why is it, O king, that thou grievest so?”
Dhritarashtra said,—’What have they
not to grieve for who will have to encounter in battle
those bulls among warriors—the sons of
Pandu—fighting on great cars and aided by