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Chapter 1: Arjuna's Grief

अर्जुनविषादयोग · 47 verses. The King Dhritarashtra asked, "O Sanjaya! What happened on the sacred battlefield of Kurukshetra when my people and the Pandavas gathered?"

  1. 1.1 The King Dhritarashtra asked, "O Sanjaya! What happened on the sacred battlefield of Kurukshetra when my people and the Pandavas gathered?"
  2. 1.2 Sanjaya replied: "When Prince Duryodhana saw the Pandavas' army paraded, he approached his preceptor Guru Drona and spoke these words:
  3. 1.3 Revered Father! Behold this mighty host of the Pandavas, paraded by the son of King Drupada, your wise disciple.
  4. 1.4 In it are heroes and great bowmen; the equals in battle of Arjuna, Bheema, Yuyudhana, Virata, and Drupada—all great soldiers.
  5. 1.5 Dhrishtaketu, Chekitan, the valiant king of Benares, Purujit, Kuntibhoja, and Shaibya—a master of many.
  6. 1.6 Yudhamanyu, Uttamouja, Soubhadra, and the sons of Droupadi—all famous men.
  7. 1.7 No changes needed.
  8. 1.8 You come first; then Bheeshma, Karna, Kripa, great warriors; Ashwaththama, Vikarna, and the son of Somadhatta;
  9. 1.9 And many others, all ready to die for My sake; all armed, all skilled in warfare.
  10. 1.10 Yet our army seems weaker, though commanded by Bhishma; their army seems stronger, though commanded by Bhima.
  11. 1.11 Therefore, let the rank and file stand firm in their posts according to battalions, and all you generals around Bheeshma.
  12. 1.12 Then, to enliven his spirits, the brave Grandfather Bheeshma, the eldest of the Kuru clan, blew his conch, its sound resembling that of a lion's roar.
  13. 1.13 And immediately, all the conches, drums, trumpets, and horns blared forth in a tumultuous uproar.
  14. 1.14 Then, seated in their spacious war chariot, yoked with white horses, Lord Shri Krishna and Arjuna sounded their divine conch shells.
  15. 1.15 Lord Shri Krishna blew his Panchajanya, and Arjuna blew his Devadatta; brave Bheema blew his renowned shell, Poundra.
  16. 1.16 The King Dharmaraja, the son of Kunti, blew the Anantavijaya, Nakula, and Sahadeva, the Sughosa and Manipushpaka, respectively.
  17. 1.17 And the Maharaja of Benares, the great archer, Shikhandi, the great soldier, Dhrishtayumna, Virata, and Satyaki, the invincible one,
  18. 1.18 And, O King! Drupada's sons, Droupadi's sons, and the great soldier Soubhadra blew their conches.
  19. 1.19 The tumult rent the hearts of the sons of Dhritarashtra, shaking heaven and earth with its echoing violence.
  20. 1.20 Then, upon beholding the sons of Dhritarashtra, drawn up on the battlefield, ready to fight, Arjuna, whose flag bore the image of Hanuman,
  21. 1.21 Raising his bow, he spoke this to the Lord Shri Krishna: O Infallible Lord of the earth! Please draw up my chariot between the two armies.
  22. 1.22 So that I may observe those who must fight on my side and those who must fight against me.
  23. 1.23 And gaze upon this array of soldiers, eager to please the sons of Dhritarashtra who are sinful.
  24. 1.24 Sanjaya said: "Having listened to Arjuna's request, Lord Shri Krishna drew up His bright chariot in the midst between the two armies.
  25. 1.25 Where Bheeshma and Drona had led all the rulers of the earth, they spoke thus: O Arjuna! Behold, these members of the family of Kuru are assembled.
  26. 1.26 There, Arjuna noticed fathers, grandfathers, uncles, cousins, sons, grandsons, teachers, and friends.
  27. 1.27 Fathers-in-law and benefactors were arrayed on both sides, and Arjuna then gazed at all those kinsmen before him.
  28. 1.28 And his heart melted with pity, and sadly he spoke: "O my Lord! When I see all these, my own people, thirsting for battle,
  29. 1.29 My limbs are failing me, my throat is parched, my body is trembling, and my hair is standing on end.
  30. 1.30 The bow Gandiva slips from my hand, and my skin burns. I cannot remain still, for my mind is in tumult.
  31. 1.31 The omens are unfavorable; what good can come from the slaughter of my people on this battlefield?
  32. 1.32 Ah, my Lord! I do not crave victory, nor a kingdom, nor any pleasure. What would a kingdom, happiness, or life be to me?
  33. 1.33 When those for whose sake I desire these things stand here, about to sacrifice their property and lives:
  34. 1.34 Teachers, fathers, grandfathers, sons, grandsons, uncles, fathers-in-law, brothers-in-law, and other relatives.
  35. 1.35 I would not kill them, even for three worlds; why then for this earth alone? It matters not if I myself am killed.
  36. 1.36 My Lord! What happiness can come from the death of these sons of Dhritarashtra? We shall be committing a sin if we kill these desperate men.
  37. 1.37 We are worthy of a nobler feat than slaughtering our relatives—the sons of Dhritarashtra; for, my Lord, how can we be happy if we kill our kinsmen?
  38. 1.38 Although these men, blinded by greed, see no guilt in destroying their kin or fighting against their friends,
  39. 1.39 Should we not, whose eyes are open and who consider it wrong to annihilate our family, turn away from such a great crime?
  40. 1.40 The destruction of our kindred means the destruction of the traditions of our ancient lineage, and when these are lost, irreligion will overrun our homes.
  41. 1.41 When irreligion spreads, the women of the house start to stray; when they lose their purity, adulteration of the lineage follows.
  42. 1.42 Promiscuity ruins both the family and those who defile it; while the souls of our ancestors droop, due to the lack of funeral cakes and ablutions.
  43. 1.43 By the destruction of our lineage and the pollution of our blood, ancient class traditions and family purity alike perish.
  44. 1.44 The wise say, my Lord, that they are forever lost whose ancient traditions have been lost.
  45. 1.45 Alas, it is strange that we should be willing to kill our own countrymen and commit a great sin, in order to enjoy the pleasures of kingdom.
  46. 1.46 If, on the contrary, the sons of Dhritarashtra, with weapons in hand, should slay me, unarmed and unresisting, surely that would be better for my welfare!
  47. 1.47 Sanjaya said: "Having spoken thus, Arjuna sank into the seat of his chariot, discarding his bow and arrow, overwhelmed with grief in the midst of the armies."

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