used to come out of his chamber without the loss of
a moment. Why does not thy husband come out today?
Alas, O Abhimanyu, thy maternal uncles—mighty
car-warriors—are all hale. They used
to bless thee when they saw thee come here prepared
to go out for battle. Do thou tell me the incidents
of battle today as before, O chastiser of foes.
Oh. why dost thou not answer me today—me
who am weeping so bitterly?’—Hearing
these lamentations of this daughter of the Vrishni
race, Pritha, deeply afflicted with grief, addressed
her and slowly said,—’O Subhadra,
though protected by Vasudeva and Satyaki and by his
own sire, thy youthful son has yet been slain.
That slaughter is due to the influence of Time!
O daughter of Yadu’s race, mortal thy son was.
Do not grieve. Irresistible in battle, thy son
has, without doubt, attained to the highest goal.
Thou art born in a high race of high-souled Kshatriyas.
Do not grieve, O thou of restless glances, O girl
of eyes like lotus-petals. Do thou cast thy eyes
on Uttara who is quick with child. O blessed lady,
do not yield to sorrow. This auspicious girl
will soon bring forth a son to that hero. Having
comforted her in this way, Kunti, conversant with every
duty, O perpetuator of Yadu’s race, casting
off her grief, O irresistible one, made arrangements
for Abhimanyu’s obsequial rites, with the acquiescence
of king Yudhishthira and Bhima, and the twins (viz.,
Nakula and Sahadeva) who in prowess resembled Yama
himself. She also made many presents unto the
Brahmanas, and bestowed upon them many kine, O perpetuator
of Yadu’s race, Then the Vrishni dame (Kunti),
comforted a little, addressed the daughter of Virata,
saying,—O faultless daughter of Virata,
thou shouldst not indulge in grief. For the sake
of thy husband, O thou of rotund hips, protect the
child in thy womb.—Having said these words,
O thou of great splendour, Kunti ceased. With
her permission I have brought Subhadra here.
It was even thus, O giver of honours, that thy daughter’s
son met with his death. Cast off thy burning grief,
O irresistible one. Indeed, do not set thy heart
“Vaisampayana said, ’Having heard these
words of his son Vasudeva, that descendant of Sura,
of righteous soul, casting off his grief, made excellent
obsequial offerings (unto Abhimanyu). Vasudeva
also performed those rites for the ascension (to Heaven)
of his high-souled nephew, that hero who was ever
the darling of his sire (Vasudeva). He duly fed
six millions of Brahmanas, endued with great energy,
with edibles possessed of every recommendation.
Presenting many clothes unto them, Krishna gratified
the thirst for wealth of those Brahmanas. Wonderful
were the heaps of gold, the number of kine and of
beds and clothes, that were then given away.
The Brahmanas loudly declared—’Let
(Krishna’s wealth) increase.’ Then
Vasudeva of Dasarha’s race, and Valadeva, and
Satyaki, and Satyaka, each performed the obsequial