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Toward the battlefield and Bhima’s second vow
Rama spoke to Yudhishthira in sweet and righteous words, words that were of the greatest good to heroes. “I have heard from the sages that Kurukshetra is a most holy and sin-cleansing place, equal to heaven itself, honored by gods and sages and Brahmins! Those who cast off their bodies here, fighting on this field, are sure to dwell in heaven with Shakra himself! For this reason, king, I will go at once to Samantapanchaka. In the world of the gods that spot is called the northern altar of Brahma.” “So be it,” said Kunti’s son Yudhishthira, and set out for Samantapanchaka. King Duryodhana too took up his huge mace and went on foot, in wrath, with the Pandavas. As Duryodhana walked, armed with the mace and clad in armor, the gods in the sky praised him, crying, “Well done! Well done!” Samantapanchaka was an excellent holy ground on the southern bank of the Sarasvati. The ground there was free of sand, and so it was chosen for the fight.
Clad in armor, gripping a mace of gigantic thickness, Bhima took on the form of Garuda. His head-gear bound on, his gold armor on his body, licking the corners of his mouth, his eyes red with wrath, breathing hard, your son shone on that field like the golden Sumeru. Duryodhana and Bhima, each with his mace lifted, challenged each other like two elephants, or two lions calling one another to battle. With their maces uplifted, the two looked like two mountains with tall summits on that field. Both were furious, both endowed with terrible prowess, both the intelligent students of the son of Rohini.
Then Duryodhana, amid his brothers and before Krishna and Rama of immeasurable energy, spoke these proud words to Yudhishthira. “Guarded by the Kaikeyas, the Srinjayas, and Pancalas, sit together with all those kings and watch this battle between me and Bhima!” Hearing this, all of them did so. In the midst of that gathering of kings, Baladeva, the elder brother of Keshava, clad in blue robes and fair of complexion, shone like the full moon ringed by a thousand stars.
Meanwhile Bhima said to Yudhishthira, “Suyodhana is not fit to beat me in battle! Today I will vomit upon this ruler of the Kurus the wrath I have kept so long in the secret places of my heart! Today I will pluck out the dart that has stuck in your heart! This stain upon the race of Kuru I will break today into a hundred pieces with this very mace! Never again will he enter the city named for the elephant! The snake loosed on us in our sleep, the poison in our food, our bodies thrown into the water at Pramanakoti, the attempt to burn us in the house of lac, our humiliation in the assembly, the plunder of all we owned, a full year of hidden life, our exile in the forest all of these sorrows I will end today!”
Narada’s news and Balarama’s return to the battlefield
On his way back from the pilgrimage, Baladeva, the plow-bearer (who takes the plow for his weapon, the elder brother of Krishna), came and sat at that holy ghat of the Yamuna where in ancient days Indra, Agni, and Aryaman had found great happiness. He had bathed there and sat down among the sages and the Siddhas to listen to their fine talk, when, wandering to that very spot, the divine sage Narada arrived. Covered with matted locks, clad in garments like rays of gold, bearing in his hand a staff of gold and a waterpot of the same gold, he came with a sweet-toned Vina made of tortoise-shell. Balarama rose and gave the sage of steady vows the honor due to him, and asked for news of all that had befallen the Kurus.
Narada, who knew every rule and usage, told him the whole terrible tale of the destruction of the Kurus, just as it had happened. The son of Rohini, in sorrowful words, asked again, “What is the state of the field? How are those kings now who had gathered there? Sage rich in penances, I have heard it all before, but my longing to hear it in full is great.”
Narada said, “Bhishma has fallen, Drona has fallen, and Jayadratha, king of the Sindhus. Karna the son of Vikartana has fallen too, with his sons, those great chariot-warriors. Bhurishravas has fallen, and Shalya the king of the Madras. And many other great heroes, ready to lay down their lives for Duryodhana’s victory, all those kings and princes who would not turn back from battle, have been struck down. Hear now, Madhava, who are still alive. In the army of Dhritarashtra’s son only three grinders of hosts remain, Kripa, Kritavarma, and Ashvatthama the son of Drona. And these, Rama, have fled from fear to the ten quarters. After Shalya’s fall and the flight of Kripa and the others, Duryodhana, in deep grief, went and hid in the depths of the Dvaipayana lake. Freezing its waters by his own maya, he lay down to rest at the bottom. There the Pandavas, with Krishna, came upon him and began to pierce him with harsh words.”
“Pierced from every side by those word-arrows, Duryodhana has risen from the lake with his heavy mace. Now he has come forward to fight Bhima. Their terrible encounter, Rama, is to take place this very day. If you feel any curiosity, do not tarry here, Madhava. Come, if you wish, and see that dreadful battle between your two students.”
Hearing these words of Narada, Balarama took a respectful leave of those brahmanas and sent back all who had come with him on the pilgrimage. He ordered his attendants, “Return, all of you, to Dwarka.” Then he came down from that lord of mountains, that lovely hermitage called Plakshaprasravana. Having heard the sages discourse on the greatness of the sacred waters, Balarama of unfading fame sang this verse among the Brahmins: “Where is such happiness as in a dwelling by the Sarasvati? Where such merit as in a dwelling by the Sarasvati? Men have gone to heaven, having drawn near the Sarasvati. Let all remember the Sarasvati always.” Casting his eyes again and again with joy upon the Sarasvati, Balarama mounted an excellent chariot yoked with fine steeds. Then, journeying on that swift chariot, eager to see the coming duel between his two students, Balarama arrived at the field.
A key to reading this (who’s who): Balarama, Krishna’s elder brother, is the mace-teacher of both Duryodhana and Bhima. That is why his coming to the field is the coming of a neutral witness. His weapon is the plow (a farmer’s tool), which is why he is called Haladhara and Langali, the plow-bearer. The Dvaipayana lake is the water in which Duryodhana had hidden, seeking a last refuge.
The gist: The whole Kaurava army has been destroyed. Only Kripa, Kritavarma, and Ashvatthama survive, and they too have fled. Alone, Duryodhana hides in the lake, then rises under the Pandavas’ hard words, takes up his mace, and comes out to fight Bhima. Narada brings this news to Balarama, and the teacher, Balarama, reaches the field to watch the duel between his two students.
The two mace-warriors face to face: Yudhishthira’s welcome and the march to Samantapanchaka
Dhritarashtra said, in deep grief, “Sanjaya, when the mace-duel was about to take place and Balarama arrived there, how did my son fight with Bhima?”
Sanjaya said, “Seeing Balarama present, Bharata, your valiant son Duryodhana, eager for battle, was filled with joy. Seeing the plow-bearer, king Yudhishthira rose and did him due honor with great gladness. He gave him a seat and asked after his welfare. Then Balarama spoke to Yudhishthira those sweet and righteous words that were of great good to heroes: ‘I have heard from the sages that Kurukshetra is a most holy and sin-cleansing place, equal to heaven itself, honored by gods and sages and Brahmins. Those men who cast off their bodies while fighting on this field are sure to dwell in heaven with Indra himself. For this reason, king, I will go at once to Samantapanchaka. In the world of the gods that spot is called the northern altar of Brahma. Whoever dies in battle on that most sacred of places in the three worlds surely attains heaven.’ Saying ‘So be it,’ Kunti’s brave son Yudhishthira set out for Samantapanchaka.”
“King Duryodhana too took up his huge mace and moved forward on foot, in wrath, with the Pandavas. As Duryodhana walked, armed with the mace and clad in armor, the gods in the sky praised him, crying, ‘Blessed, blessed!’ The Charanas, swift as the wind, took joy at the sight of the king of the Kurus. Surrounded by the Pandavas, your son, the king of the Kurus, went forward with the tread of a furious elephant. The quarters were filled with the blare of conchs, the deep peal of drums, and the leonine roars of heroes. Turning his face westward, he reached the appointed spot and they spread out on every side. It was an excellent holy ground on the southern bank of the Sarasvati. The ground there was free of sand, and so it was chosen for the duel.”
“Clad in armor, gripping a mace of gigantic thickness, Bhima, king, took on the form of Garuda. His head-gear bound on his head, his gold armor on his body, licking the corners of his mouth, his eyes red with wrath, breathing hard, your son Duryodhana shone on that field like the golden Sumeru. Lifting his mace, the great king Duryodhana cast his glance on Bhimasena and challenged him to the duel, as one elephant challenges another. And so Bhima lifted his adamantine mace and challenged the king, as one lion challenges another. With maces uplifted, the two looked like two mountains with tall summits on that field.”
“Both were furious, both of terrible prowess. In mace-combat both were students of Balarama the son of Rohini, each the equal of the other in skill, like Maya and Vasava. Both of great strength, both of prowess like Varuna’s. Each seemed a Vasudeva, a Rama, a Ravana. They looked like Madhu and Kaitabha, like Sunda and Upasunda, like Rama and Ravana, or like Vali and Sugriva. Those subduers of foes seemed like Time and Death. Then the two ran at each other like two elephants mad with rut in autumn, fighting for a she-elephant. Each seemed to vomit the poison of his wrath upon the other, like two blazing serpents.”
“Then Duryodhana, king, among his brothers and before Krishna and Balarama of immeasurable energy, spoke these proud words to Yudhishthira: ‘Guarded by the Kaikeyas, the Srinjayas, and Pancalas, sit together, all of you, with these kings, and watch this battle between me and Bhima.’ Hearing Duryodhana’s words, they all sat down as he asked. Then that great gathering of kings sat, resplendent as an assembly of gods in heaven. In the midst of that assembly, the handsome elder brother of Keshava, Balarama, when he sat, was honored on every side. Clad in blue robes and fair of complexion, Balarama shone among those kings like the full moon in the night ringed by a thousand stars.”
A key to reading this (place): Samantapanchaka is another name for Kurukshetra, called in the world of the gods the northern altar of Brahma. It is held that whoever gives up the body in battle there attains heaven. Wishing for exactly that merit, the two warriors choose, for their last duel, a sand-free holy ground on the southern bank of the Sarasvati.
The gist: Balarama arrives, and Yudhishthira honors him. The holy ground of Samantapanchaka is chosen, where death in battle brings heaven. The two mace-bearing heroes take their stand face to face, like mountains, like lions, like elephants in rut. Duryodhana asks everyone to sit as witnesses, and the assembly of kings arrays itself like an assembly of gods.
Bhima and Duryodhana trade word-arrows: the old insults remembered
Dhritarashtra said in grief, “Fie upon man, whose end is such! My son was lord of eleven chamus of troops. All the kings were under his command, and he had ruled the whole earth. Alas, that same son now goes to battle on foot, his mace on his shoulder! My poor son, once the protector of the world, is now himself without protection! What can this be but Destiny?”
Sanjaya said, “Duryodhana, deep-voiced as a cloud, roared like a bull in his joy and challenged Pritha’s son Bhima to battle. When the king of the Kurus called Bhima to the duel in this way, many dreadful omens appeared. Fierce winds began to blow with loud reports at intervals, and a rain of dust fell. Every quarter was drowned in thick darkness. Thunderbolts fell on all sides, raising the hair on end. Hundreds of meteors burst from the sky with a loud noise and fell. Rahu swallowed the sun before its hour. The earth, with its forests and trees, shook hard. Hot winds blew, scattering hard grit along the ground. The summits of mountains fell to earth. Dreadful jackals, with blazing mouths, howled on every side.”
“Seeing these omens, Bhima said to his elder brother Dharmaraja Yudhishthira, ‘Suyodhana is not fit to beat me in battle! Today I will vomit upon this king of the Kurus the wrath I have nursed so long in the secret chamber of my heart, as Arjuna threw fire upon the forest of Khandava! Today I will pluck out the spear that has stuck in your heart! Slaying this sinner of the race of Kuru with my mace, today I will hang a garland of glory around your neck! With this same mace I will break his body today into a hundred pieces. Never again will he enter the city of Hastinapura.’”
“‘The snake loosed on us in our sleep, the poison in our food, our bodies thrown into the water at Pramanakoti, the attempt to burn us in the house of lac, our humiliation in the assembly, the plunder of all we owned, a full year of hidden life, our exile in the forest all of these sorrows I will end today. This very day, in a single day, I will pay off all his debts. Today the life of Duryodhana has come to its end. After today he will never again see his mother and father.’ With these words Bhima of great splendor stood to battle with his mace, as Indra summons the Asura Vritra.”
“Seeing Duryodhana stand with his mace lifted like the crested peak of Kailasa, Bhima, filled with wrath, spoke again: ‘Remember that wicked deed of yours and of king Dhritarashtra at Varanavata! Remember Draupadi, who was maltreated in her season in the crowded assembly! Remember how the king was cheated at dice by you and by Shakuni the son of Subala! Remember the great grief we bore for your sake in the forest and in the city of Virata! Today I will pay it all back. It is because of you that Bhishma the son of Ganga, struck down by Shikhandi the son of Yajnasena, lies on a bed of arrows! Drona too has been slain, and Karna, and Shalya of great prowess! Shakuni the son of Subala, the very root of this feud, has been slain! That Pratikamin who seized Draupadi’s hair has been slain! All your heroic brothers, who fought with great prowess, have been slain! For your crimes these and many other kings have been slain! Today I will kill you too with my mace, of this there is not the least doubt.’”
“While Bhima was saying these words aloud, your fearless son of true prowess answered, ‘What use is all this long boasting? Fight, Vrikodara! Today I will wipe out your eagerness for battle! Duryodhana is not one to fear the likes of you as an ordinary man would! I too have long cherished this very wish! Long has this longing been in my heart! By good fortune the gods have granted it at last, a mace-duel with you! What use is long talk and empty boasting? Put your words into deeds. Do not delay in the least!’”
“Hearing Duryodhana’s words, the Somakas and the other kings present praised him warmly. Praised on every side, Duryodhana’s hair stood on end with joy, and he set his mind firmly on battle. Then Vrikodara lifted his mace and rushed with force upon your son. The elephants there began to trumpet loudly and the horses to neigh again and again. The weapons of the Pandavas, eager for victory, blazed up of their own accord.”
A sub-tale: The old insults Bhima counts off are the very heart of the whole Mahabharata: the plot to burn them in the lac house, the snake loosed on them in their sleep, the poison in the food, the throwing of Bhima into the water at Pramanakoti, the fraud at dice and the stripping of Draupadi, then twelve years of forest exile and a year of hiding. This hoarded rage is the spear that Bhima speaks of drawing out of Yudhishthira’s heart. The duel is a reckoning for these insults as much as a trial of strength.
The gist: Bhima and Duryodhana pierce each other with hard words. Bhima counts off every past insult and repeats his vow to kill; Duryodhana, unafraid, challenges him to drop the talk and show the deed. Ill omens gather, and Bhima lifts his mace and charges.
The mace-duel begins: equal skill, equal blows
Sanjaya said, “Duryodhana of steady heart, seeing Bhimasena in that state, roared aloud and rushed at him with force. The two clashed like two bulls with their horns. The blows of their maces made a sound like thunder. The battle between those two, each longing for victory, was a thing to raise the hair on end, like the battle of Indra and Prahlada. Their every limb bathed in blood, those two heroes, armed with maces, looked like two Kinsuka trees decked with flowers. In the midst of that great and terrible fight the sky looked lovely, as if filled with fireflies.”
“That dreadful battle went on for a while, and both subduers of foes grew tired. Resting a little, they took up their fine maces again and began to ward off each other’s blows. When those two men of great strength closed again after their rest, they looked like two elephants in rut fighting for a she-elephant in her season. Seeing those two heroes, each armed with the mace and each the other’s equal in strength, the gods, Gandharvas, and men were filled with wonder. All creatures fell into doubt as to which of the two would win.”
“Those two cousins, both of the greatest strength, again sprang at each other, watching in wary silence for the other’s mistake. The onlookers, king, saw each with his uplifted mace, heavy, dreadful, and deadly, like the bludgeon of Yama or the thunderbolt of Indra. When Bhimasena whirled his mace, there came a loud and dreadful sound. Seeing his foe, the son of Pandu, whirl his mace with matchless speed, Duryodhana was filled with wonder. Truly, Bharata, when Vrikodara moved through his many kinds of motion, he made a most beautiful sight.”
“Both, careful in their own defense, wounded each other as they closed, like two cats fighting for a piece of meat. Bhimasena showed many kinds of moves, wheeling in fine circles, going forward, drawing back. He struck and warded off the strikes of his foe with wonderful quickness. Now he turned to the right, now to the left. He rushed straight at his foe. He wove feints to snare his foe. Ready to strike, he stood still until his foe left himself open. He wheeled around his foe and would not let his foe wheel around him. He ducked or leapt to escape the blows. He struck coming face to face, or drew back and struck from behind. Skilled in mace-combat, Bhima and Duryodhana moved, fought, and struck each other in this way.”
A key to reading this (a concept): In mace-combat the mandalas are circular tracks of movement, the right-hand circle and the left; the gomutraka is a zigzagging step; the yamaka is a paired step. These are all arts learned by rule, in which Balarama trained both men alike. That is why skill counts for even more than strength here.
The gist: The duel begins. With equal skill the two wheel in circles, striking and blocking, and blood-bathed they look like two Kinsuka trees in flower. They tire and rest, then close again. Even the gods are in doubt as to who will win.
Blow and counter-blow: now Duryodhana prevails, now Bhima
Sanjaya said, “Those two princes wheeled about, warding off each other’s blows, as if they were at play. Showing their skill in arms, they fell suddenly upon each other with their weapons, like two elephants with their tusks. Covered in blood, king, they looked most beautiful on the field. That battle went on toward the close of day, before a great crowd, in dreadful fashion, like the battle of Vritra and Vasava. With maces uplifted the two began to wheel in circles. Duryodhana took the right-hand circle, Bhimasena the left.”
“As Bhima wheeled in his circles, Duryodhana struck a sudden, sharp blow to one of his flanks. Struck by your son, Bhima began to whirl his heavy mace to answer. The onlookers saw Bhimasena’s mace as dreadful as the thunderbolt of Indra or the bludgeon lifted by Yama. Seeing Bhima whirl his mace, your son lifted his own dreadful weapon and struck him again. The descent of your son’s mace, Bharata, made a loud sound. So swiftly it fell that a flame leapt up in the sky. Taking each motion at its proper moment, Suyodhana of great splendor once more seemed to gain the upper hand over Bhima.”
“Meanwhile Bhimasena’s huge mace, whirled with all his strength, gave out a loud sound and threw off smoke and sparks and flame. Seeing Bhima whirl his mace, Suyodhana too whirled his heavy, thunderbolt-like weapon, and looked most beautiful. Seeing the force of the wind raised by the whirling of Duryodhana’s mace, a great fear settled into the hearts of all the Pandavas and the Somakas.”
“Then your valiant son, wheeling in beautiful motion, sprang at Kunti’s son Bhima. Filled with wrath, Bhima struck the swift, gold-plated mace of the angry Duryodhana. From the clash of those two maces, like two thunderbolts striking from opposite quarters, rose a loud sound with sparks of fire. Bhimasena’s hurled mace, in its falling, made the earth tremble. Duryodhana could not bear to see his own mace wasted in this attack. He was filled with fury, like one furious elephant at the sight of a rival elephant.”
“Taking the left-hand circle and whirling his mace, king, Suyodhana with firm resolve struck Kunti’s son Bhima on the head with his terrible weapon. Struck so by your son, king, Bhima did not tremble in the least, and all the onlookers were filled with wonder. That wonderful steadiness of Bhimasena, that he did not move an inch under so violent a blow, was praised by all the warriors present.”
“Then Bhima of terrible prowess hurled his heavy, blazing, gold-plated mace at Duryodhana. Fearless Duryodhana, with his quickness, escaped the blow, and the onlookers were greatly amazed. Bhima’s hurled mace, king, falling in vain, made a sound like thunder and shook the earth as it fell. Adopting the manoeuvre called Kausika, leaping up again and again, gauging exactly the descent of Bhima’s mace, Duryodhana made it fail. Having thus foiled Bhimasena, Duryodhana struck him at last, in wrath, upon the chest. Under that violent blow of your son, Bhimasena was for a moment nearly senseless and could do nothing. In that moment, king, the Somakas and the Pandavas were filled with despair and gloom.”
“Enraged by the blow, Bhima then sprang at your son as one elephant springs at another. Mace uplifted, Bhima fell upon Duryodhana as a lion falls upon a wild elephant. Skilled in mace-combat, the son of Pandu came close to the king of the Kurus, took his aim, and whirled his weapon. Then Bhimasena struck one of Duryodhana’s flanks. Stunned by the blow, Duryodhana fell to his knees on the earth. When that prince went down on his knees, a loud shout rose among the Srinjayas.”
“Hearing the outcry of the Srinjayas your son was filled with wrath. The hero rose and hissed like a great serpent, and looked at Bhimasena as if to burn him with his glance. Then that prince sprang at Bhimasena as though this time he would crush his enemy’s head in battle. Duryodhana of terrible prowess struck Bhimasena on the forehead. But Bhima did not move an inch, standing firm as a mountain. Struck so, the son of Pritha, king, shedding streams of blood, looked as beautiful as an elephant with rent temples flowing with rut.”
“Then Bhima, lifting his iron mace that made a sound like thunder and slew heroes, struck his foe with great force. Under Bhimasena’s blow your son fell, his whole body trembling, like a great Sala tree, decked with flowers, torn up by the force of a storm. Seeing your son laid low, the Pandavas were filled with joy and raised a loud shout. Coming to his senses, your son rose again, like an elephant out of a pool. That ever-wrathful king and great chariot-warrior wheeled again with great skill and struck Bhima who stood before him. At this the son of Pandu, Bhima, his limbs gone slack, fell to the earth.”
“Having felled Bhimasena by his prowess, the prince roared like a lion. With the fall of his thunderbolt-like mace he had split Bhima’s armor. Then in the sky was heard a loud outcry of gods and Apsaras. The gods rained down flowers of great fragrance. Seeing Bhima felled to the earth, his strength gone and his armor laid open, a great fear settled into the hearts of our foes. In a moment his senses returned, and, wiping the blood from his face, gathering great steadiness, with rolling eyes, steadying himself with a mighty effort, Vrikodara rose again.”
The gist: The duel swings back and forth. Duryodhana strikes Bhima on the flank, the head, and the chest, and stuns him; everyone praises Bhima’s endurance. Then Bhima strikes Duryodhana on the flank and Duryodhana drops to his knees, but the roar of the Srinjayas stings him, and he rises in wrath, throws Bhima to the ground, and splits his armor. Each prevails by turns; victory stays uncertain.
Krishna’s counsel: skill against strength, and the vow of the thigh
Sanjaya said, “Seeing the battle between those two princes blaze up like this, Arjuna said to Vasudeva, ‘Of these two, in your judgment, which is the better? What quality lies in each? Tell me this, Janardana.’”
“Vasudeva said, ‘The two have had equal training. But Bhima has more strength, while the son of Dhritarashtra has more skill and has toiled harder. If Bhima fights by the rules of fair combat, he will never win. But if he fights by a trick, then he can surely kill Duryodhana. We have heard that the gods defeated the Asuras by deceit alone. Shakra won over Virochana by deceit. Indra, the foe of Vala, drained Vritra of his splendor by deceit. So let Bhimasena bring out his prowess with the help of a trick!’”
“‘At the time of the dice, Dhananjaya, Bhima vowed that in battle he would break Suyodhana’s thighs with his mace. Let Bhima keep that vow. This king of the Kurus is full of deceit; let him be slain by deceit in turn. If Bhima trusts only in his strength and fights fairly, king Yudhishthira will have to face great danger. I say to you again listen. It is by king Yudhishthira’s own fault that this danger has come upon us again! Having accomplished the great work of slaying Bhishma and the other Kurus, the king had won victory and glory and had come near the end of the quarrel. Even so, he has put himself again into a place of doubt and danger. It was great folly in Yudhishthira to stake the whole outcome of the war on the winning or losing of a single warrior!’”
“‘Suyodhana is skilled, brave, and resolute too. We have heard this old saying of Usanas, listen, I speak it with its true sense: “Always fear those broken warriors of an enemy’s host who flee to save their lives and then rally and return to battle, for they are resolute and have a single purpose! Those who cast off all hope of life and rush in fury, not even Shakra can withstand them.” This Suyodhana fled, broken. His whole army had been slain. He went and hid in the depths of the lake. Beaten, giving up hope of his kingdom, he wished to retire into the woods. What wise man would challenge such a one to a duel? For all we know, Duryodhana may yet snatch back the kingdom that was already ours! For a full thirteen years he has practiced the mace with great resolve! Even now, to kill Bhimasena, he leaps up and strikes crookedly! If Bhima does not kill him by a trick, the son of Dhritarashtra will surely remain king!’”
“Hearing these words of Keshava, Dhananjaya slapped his own left thigh before Bhimasena’s eyes. Reading the signal, Bhima began to wheel about with his mace uplifted, showing many beautiful circles, paired steps, and other moves. Now the right-hand circle, now the left, now the step called gomutraka, the son of Pandu wheeled about, king, bewildering his foe. And your son, well-skilled in mace-combat, wheeled too with great quickness in his own fine motion, seeking to kill Bhimasena.”
A key to reading this (moral complexity): Here the Mahabharata does not hide its moral tangle. Krishna says plainly that Bhima cannot win by fair combat, and so should take the help of a trick, exactly as the gods once defeated the Asuras by trickery. Through Arjuna he has Bhima given the signal toward the thigh, a prompt to strike below the waist, which openly breaks the rule of mace-combat. This is one of the central crises of dharma in the whole story, and it is not being softened here.
The gist: Arjuna asks who is the better man. Krishna says their training is equal, but Duryodhana is more skilled and has toiled harder; Bhima will not win by fair combat, so he should fight by a trick and fulfill his vow to break the thighs. He also points to Yudhishthira’s error, which had put everything back at stake. Taking the cue, Arjuna slaps his own thigh, and Bhima begins to bewilder Duryodhana with his wheeling steps.
The rule-breaking thigh-blow and Duryodhana’s fall
Sanjaya said, “Whirling their dreadful maces, smeared with sandal paste and fragrant unguents, the two heroes, longing to reach the end of their quarrel, wheeled about in that battle like two angry Yamas. Each hungry to kill the other, those two men, of great prowess, fought like two Garudas each bent on seizing the same snake. As the king and Bhima wheeled in their beautiful circles, their maces clashed, and from those repeated clashes sparks leapt up. Each struck the other with equal blows. They looked then, king, like two oceans lashed by a storm.”
“In the midst of that dreadful and violent close-quarter fight, the two subduers of foes grew tired. Resting a little, filled with wrath, lifting their maces, they closed with each other again. When by repeated blows of their maces they had wounded each other, the battle grew utterly terrible and wholly unrestrained. Those two heroes, with eyes like bulls and great quickness, struck each other in that duel with blows as violent as two buffaloes in the mire. Covered in blood from head to foot, all their limbs wounded and crushed, they looked like two Kinsuka trees flowering on the breast of the Himalaya.”
“During the fight, when Vrikodara, as a ruse, seemed to give Duryodhana an opening, Duryodhana, smiling a little, came forward. Vrikodara, well-skilled in battle, seeing his foe come on, suddenly hurled his mace at him. Seeing the mace fly at him, your son, king, moved away from that spot, and the weapon fell useless on the earth. Having warded off that blow, your son at once struck Bhimasena with his weapon. From the great quantity of blood drawn by the blow, and from the force of it, Bhimasena of immeasurable splendor seemed to be stupefied. But Duryodhana did not know that the son of Pandu was in such distress at that moment. Deeply afflicted though he was, Bhima gathered all his patience and held himself steady. So Duryodhana took him to be unmoved and ready to return the blow, and did not strike him again.”
“Having rested a little, Bhimasena, king, rushed with force at Duryodhana who stood near. Seeing Bhimasena of immeasurable splendor rush at him in wrath, your son, Bharata, set his mind on the manoeuvre called Avasthana to baffle the blow. And so, king, he wished to leap upward to deceive Vrikodara. Bhimasena fully understood his foe’s intent. And so, springing at him with a leonine roar, he hurled his mace at the thighs of the king of the Kurus in the very moment when Duryodhana had leapt up to baffle the first blow. That hurled mace of Bhima, of terrible deeds, carrying the force of the thunderbolt, broke both the handsome thighs of Duryodhana.”
“That man, your son, when his thighs had been broken by Bhimasena, fell, making the earth ring with his fall. Fierce winds began to blow with loud reports at intervals. A rain of dust fell. The earth, with its trees and plants and mountains, trembled. On the fall of that crown-warrior of the earth, violent and blazing winds blew with a loud noise and with thunderbolts falling again and again. Truly, when that lord of the earth fell, great meteors flashed and fell from the sky. A rain of blood and a rain of dust fell, Bharata! These Maghavat sent down upon the fall of your son.”
“In the sky was heard a loud outcry of Yakshas, Rakshasas, and Pisachas. At that terrible sound, thousands of animals and birds gave out still more dreadful cries on every side. The horses and elephants and men of the Pandava host who were left cried aloud at the fall of your son. The blare of conchs and the sound of drums and cymbals rose loud. From within the earth a terrible sound seemed to come. On the fall of your son, king, headless creatures of dreadful shape, with many legs and many arms, filling all beings with dread, began to dance and to cover the earth on every side. Warriors gripping standard or weapon, king, trembled at the fall of your son. Lakes and wells vomited blood. Rivers of swift current flowed backward. In that hour, king, when your son Duryodhana fell, women seemed to look like men and men like women. Seeing these strange omens, the Pancalas and the Pandavas were filled with anxiety.”
A key to reading this (a concept): The avasthana is the move in which a fighter springs upward to dodge his enemy’s blow. Duryodhana springs up by it; and in that very instant, while he is in the air, Bhima hurls his mace below the waist, at the thighs. The rule of mace-combat is that no blow may fall below the navel, so this blow plainly breaks the rule. This is the very moment Bhima had vowed in the dice-hall, and the very thing the sage Maitreya had cursed Duryodhana with.
The gist: The two tire again, close again, and are bathed in blood. Bhima, as a ruse, offers an opening; Duryodhana advances and strikes Bhima, nearly stunning him. Then Bhima rushes in, Duryodhana springs up in the avasthana move, and in that instant Bhima breaks the rule and hurls his mace at both thighs. The thighs shatter, and Duryodhana falls, making the earth ring. Dread omens spread on every side.
Bhima’s foot on the fallen king’s head, and Yudhishthira’s rebuke
Sanjaya said, “Seeing Duryodhana felled to the earth like a great Sala torn up by a storm, the Pandavas were filled with joy. The Somakas too, their hair standing on end, gazed at the king of the Kurus felled to the earth like a furious elephant struck down by a lion. Having felled Duryodhana, Bhimasena went up to the lord of the Kurus and said, ‘O wretch, once you laughed at the disrobed Draupadi in the assembly and called us, fool, “Cow, Cow!” Bear now the fruit of that insult!’ And with that he touched the head of his fallen foe with his left foot. He touched with his foot the head of that king. Then Bhimasena, grinder of hostile armies, his eyes red with wrath, spoke again: ‘Those who danced at us in insult, crying “Cow, Cow!” we shall now dance at, crying the same words! In us there is no guile, no fire, no fraud at dice! By the strength of our own arms we check and beat down our foes!’”
“Having crossed to the far shore of those dreadful hostilities, Vrikodara said slowly, laughing, to Yudhishthira, Keshava, the Srinjayas, Dhananjaya, and the two sons of Madri: ‘See the sons of Dhritarashtra, who dragged Draupadi into the assembly while in her season and stripped her there, now slain in battle by the Pandavas through the ascetic power of Yajnasena’s daughter! Those wicked-hearted sons of Dhritarashtra who called us “Sesame seeds without kernel” have all been slain by our hands, with their kinsmen and followers! Now, whether we go to heaven or fall into hell, it makes no difference!’ Then, lifting the mace that lay on his shoulder, he again touched with his left foot the head of that king who lay upon the earth.”
“Among the Somakas were many warriors, all committed to dharma, and, seeing the foot of the joyful Bhimasena set upon the head of that prince, they did not like it in the least. While Vrikodara, having felled your son, was thus boasting and dancing madly, king Yudhishthira said to him, ‘You have paid off your hostility and fulfilled your vow, by a fair act or an unfair one! Cease now, Bhima! Do not crush his head with your foot! Do no sin! Duryodhana is a king! And he is your kinsman too! He has fallen! This conduct of yours is not proper.’”
“‘Duryodhana was lord of eleven Akshauhinis. He was king of the Kurus. Do not, Bhima, touch a king and a kinsman with your foot. His kinsmen are slain. His friends and counselors are gone. His army is destroyed. He has been struck down in battle. He is to be pitied in every way. His insult is not proper, for remember, he is a king. He is ruined. His kinsmen are slain. His brothers are slain. His sons too are slain. His funeral cake has been taken away. He is our brother. What you do to him is not proper. “Bhimasena is a man of righteous conduct,” people used to say of you before! Why then, Bhimasena, do you insult the king in this way?’”
“Having said these words to Bhimasena, his throat choked with tears, Yudhishthira, overcome with grief, went up to Duryodhana and said, ‘My brother, you should not give way to anger, nor grieve for yourself. Without doubt you are reaping the dreadful fruit of your own former deeds. Without doubt the Creator himself ordained this sorrowful end, that we should injure you and you injure us! Through your own fault, through greed and pride and folly, Bharata, this great calamity has come upon you. Having caused your friends, your brothers, your elders, your sons, your grandsons, and others to be slain, you now come to your own death.’”
“‘Through your fault your brothers, all great chariot-warriors, and your kinsmen have been slain by us. I hold all this to be the work of unyielding Destiny. You are not to be pitied. Your death, rather, is to be envied. It is we who are to be pitied, Kaurava, we who must drag out a sorrowful life bereft of all our dear friends and kinsmen. Alas, how shall I look upon the widows of my brothers and sons and grandsons, crushed with grief, their senses gone in sorrow! You, king, depart from this world! You are sure to dwell in heaven! We, on the other hand, will be counted as creatures of hell, and will suffer the sharpest grief!’ Saying this, Dharma’s son Yudhishthira, overcome with grief, went on drawing long breaths and lamenting.”
The gist: Bhima touches the fallen Duryodhana’s head with his left foot and dances, throwing back at him the insult to Draupadi, the taunt of “Cow, Cow,” and “Sesame seeds without kernel.” The righteous Somakas do not like it. Yudhishthira stops Bhima, forbids the insult by calling Duryodhana a king and a kinsman, then goes to Duryodhana himself and says that all of this is the fruit of his own acts and of fate, and that it is the surviving Pandavas who deserve pity.
Balarama’s anger and Krishna’s resolution
Dhritarashtra said, “Seeing the king of the Kurus struck down so unfairly, sage, what did Balarama say? Skilled in mace-combat and knowing all its rules, what did the son of Rohini do at that moment?”
Sanjaya said, “Seeing your son struck at the thighs, Rama grew furious. Raising his arms aloft, the hero of the plow said, in a voice of deep sorrow, in the midst of those kings, ‘Fie on Bhima, fie on Bhima! Alas, that in such a fair fight a blow has been struck below the navel! Such an act as Vrikodara’s has never before been seen in a mace-duel! No limb below the navel should be struck, this is the rule in the treatises! But this Bhima is ignorant, unversed in the meaning of the treatises! And so he acts as he pleases!’ Saying this, Rama came into great wrath. Balarama then lifted his plow and rushed at Bhimasena!”
“The form of that great hero, his arms uplifted, became then like the vast mountain of Kailasa painted with many metals. But Keshava of great strength, ever bending toward humbleness, seized the rushing Rama and held him in his stout, well-rounded arms. Those two warriors of the Yadu race, the one dark, the other fair, shone at that moment like the sun and the moon in the evening sky.”
“To calm the angry Rama, Keshava said, ‘When calamity comes upon oneself or one’s friends, one should understand that one’s own fall is near, and at such a time one should seek a remedy. The Pandavas of unsullied prowess are our natural friends. They are the children of our own father’s sister! They were sorely wronged by their foes! To fulfill one’s vow is a man’s duty. Long ago, in the assembly, Bhima vowed that in the great war he would break Duryodhana’s thighs with his mace. The great sage Maitreya too had cursed Duryodhana long before, saying, “Bhima will break your thighs with his mace!” For all this I see no fault in Bhima! Do not give way to wrath! Our bond with the Pandavas rests on birth and blood, and on the pull of our hearts. In their growth is our growth. So do not give way to wrath!’”
“Hearing these words of Vasudeva, the plow-bearer, who knew the rules of dharma, said, ‘Dharma is well practiced by the good. But two things always afflict it: the desire for Profit, and the desire for Pleasure. Whoever follows all three, dharma, profit, and pleasure, without any one afflicting another, gains the greatest happiness. But because dharma has been afflicted by Bhimasena, that harmony has been broken, Govinda, whatever you may say to me!’”
“Krishna answered, ‘You are always called free of wrath, righteous, and devoted to righteousness! So be calm, do not give way to wrath! Know that the age of Kali is at hand. Remember too the vow of the son of Pandu! Let the son of Pandu, then, be reckoned as one who has paid off the debt of his hostility and fulfilled his vow!’”
“Sanjaya said, ‘Hearing this contentious speech from Keshava, king, Rama could not dispel his wrath, yet he grew composed. Then he said in that assembly, “By slaying the righteous king Suyodhana unfairly, the son of Pandu will be known in the world as a crooked warrior! And Duryodhana will attain eternal blessedness! The son of Dhritarashtra who has been struck down is a fair warrior. Having made every arrangement for the Sacrifice of battle, having undergone the rites of initiation on the field, and at last having poured his life as an offering upon the fire of his foes, Duryodhana has rightly completed his sacrifice, with the final ablution that is the winning of glory!” Saying this, the son of Rohini, like the crest of a white cloud, mounted his chariot and set out for Dwarka. When Rama had departed for Dwaravati, the Pancalas, the Vrishnis, and the Pandavas grew somewhat downcast.’”
A sub-tale: Balarama’s anger is not sudden. He is the mace-teacher of both fighters, and for him the rules of the mace-duel are sacred. In his eyes a blow below the navel is a violation of the shastra, an adharma, and so he goes so far as to call Duryodhana the fair fighter and the victorious Pandava the crooked warrior. This is the moral depth of the Mahabharata, where even the most honored witness on the winning side calls the road to victory a wrong and turns away in displeasure to go home.
The gist: Seeing the blow to the thighs, the mace-teacher Balarama lifts his plow in anger and lunges at Bhima; Krishna holds him in his arms and reasons with him, citing Bhima’s vow and Maitreya’s curse, and saying that the age of Kali is near. Balarama’s anger is not calmed; calling Duryodhana faithful to fair combat and the Pandava crooked, he returns to Dwarka.
Krishna and Duryodhana’s final dispute: the admission of trickery
Sanjaya said, “Then Vasudeva went up to Yudhishthira, who was very cheerless and full of anxiety, his head bowed, unable in his deep grief to do anything, and said, ‘Dharmaraja Yudhishthira, why do you sanction this unrighteous act, that Bhima should touch with his foot the head of the senseless, fallen Duryodhana, whose kinsmen and friends have all been slain? Knowing the ways of dharma, king, why do you look on with indifference?’”
“Yudhishthira said, ‘This act of Vrikodara’s, done in wrath, Krishna, touching the king’s head with his foot, is not dear to me, nor am I glad at this destruction of my own race! The sons of Dhritarashtra always deceived us by guile. They spoke many harsh words to us. They drove us again into exile in the forest. The great grief of all those deeds lies in Bhimasena’s heart. Weighing all this, kinsman of the Vrishnis, I looked on with indifference! Having slain the greedy, Duryodhana, the slave of his own passions, let the son of Pandu satisfy his desire, be it dharma or adharma!’”
“Sanjaya said, ‘When Yudhishthira had said this, Vasudeva of the Yadu race said, with difficulty, “So be it.” Then, wishing always what was good for Bhima, he approved all the deeds Bhima had done in battle. Having felled your son in battle, the wrathful Bhimasena, his heart filled with joy, stood with joined hands before Yudhishthira and saluted him in proper form. With eyes bright with joy, proud of the victory he had won, Vrikodara of great splendor said to his elder brother, “King, today the earth is yours, without a quarrel to disturb her and with every thorn removed! Rule over her, king, and observe your dharma! The root of these hostilities, that wicked man full of deceit, lies slain upon the earth!”‘”
“Yudhishthira said, ‘The hostilities are over! King Suyodhana has been struck down! Guided by Krishna’s counsel, we have conquered the earth! By good fortune you have paid off your debt to your mother and to your wrath! By good fortune you are victorious, unconquered hero, and by good fortune your foe has been slain!’”
“Seeing Duryodhana slain by Bhimasena like a wild elephant slain by a lion, the Pandavas with Krishna were filled with joy. The Pancalas and Srinjayas too, at the fall of the king of the Kurus, waved their upper garments in the air and roared like lions. Many heroes said again and again to Bhimasena, ‘A hard and great deed you have done today in battle, felling the king of the Kurus, himself a great warrior, with your mace! This is like the slaying of Vritra by Indra himself!’”
“In the midst of those heroes Madhusudana said, ‘Rulers of men, it is not fitting to slay a slain foe again with such repeated harsh words. This dull-witted man has already been slain. This sinful, shameless, greedy wretch, ringed by sinful counselors and ever turned away from the advice of wise friends, met his death when, though Vidura, Drona, Kripa, and Sanjaya urged him again and again, he refused to give the Pandavas their paternal share! He is now fit to be reckoned neither friend nor foe. What use in wasting bitter words on one who has become a piece of wood? Kings, mount your chariots quickly; we should leave this place!’”
“Hearing this rebuke of Krishna, king, king Duryodhana was filled with wrath and tried to rise. Sitting up on his haunches, supported on both arms, his brow drawn tight, he cast an angry glance at Vasudeva. The form of Duryodhana, half-raised, Bharata, looked like a poisonous snake shorn of its tail. Disregarding his unbearable pain, Duryodhana began to pierce Vasudeva with keen, bitter words:”
“‘You have, it seems, no shame! Have you forgotten that by the rules of the mace-duel I was struck down most unfairly? It was you who caused this wrong, reminding Bhima with a hint to break my thighs! Did I not see when Arjuna, on your counsel, gave the hint to Bhima? Having had thousands of kings who always fought fairly slain by many kinds of unfair means, do you feel no shame or loathing for those deeds? You had the grandsire Bhishma slain by putting Shikhandi to the fore! By naming the death of an elephant called Ashvatthama, you made the preceptor Drona lay down his weapons! And when that hero was being slain unarmed, you did not stop Dhrishtadyumna! The dart that Karna had begged of Indra as a boon for the slaying of Arjuna, you made useless through Ghatotkaca! Who is more sinful than you?’”
“‘In the same way you had Bhurishravas slain by Satyaki, when one of his arms had been cut off and he sat under the Praya vow! Karna did a great feat to conquer Partha; but you made Aswasena, son of the serpent-king Takshaka, fail in his purpose! Then, when the wheel of Karna’s chariot sank in the mire and Karna, caught in calamity, was struggling to free it, you had that very Karna slain! If you had fought me, and Karna, and Bhishma, and Drona by fair means, victory would surely never have been yours. By the most crooked and unrighteous of means you have had many righteous kings, and us as well, slain!’”
“Vasudeva said, ‘you have been slain, with your brothers, sons, kinsmen, friends, and followers, only because of the sinful path you walked! It is by your own evil deeds that those two heroes, Bhishma and Drona, were slain! Karna too was slain for following your example! Though I asked it of you, fool, you would not, out of greed, on Shakuni’s counsel, give the Pandavas their paternal share! You gave poison to Bhimasena! You tried, dull-witted man, to burn the Pandavas with their mother in the house of lac! At the dice you persecuted Yajnasena’s daughter in her season in the crowded assembly! Shameless as you were, even then you became fit to be slain!’”
“‘Through Shakuni the son of Subala, skilled at dice, you unfairly beat Yudhishthira, who was unskilled at the game! For that you have been slain! Then, through Jayadratha, Draupadi was maltreated on one occasion, when her lords the Pandavas had gone hunting toward the hermitage of Trinabindu! Abhimanyu, a child and alone, you surrounded with many and slew that hero. For that fault, sinful man, you have been slain! All the unrighteous deeds you charge to us were in truth done by you, out of your own sinful nature! You never listened to the counsels of Brihaspati and Usanas, never served the old, never heeded beneficial words! Bear now the fruit of your own deeds!’”
A key to reading this (moral complexity): This exchange is the moral heart of the Mahabharata, and it is not being hidden here. One by one Duryodhana counts off every wrong of the war: the screen of Shikhandi in the killing of Bhishma, the half-truth of “Ashvatthama is dead” in the killing of Drona, the killing of Karna in a disarmed moment, the killing of Bhurishravas while he sat under the Praya vow. Krishna answers him by turning to Duryodhana’s own earlier crimes, leaving the facts themselves unchallenged. Both sides hold a long list of wrongs; the story makes no one out to be simply innocent, and no one wholly guilty.
The gist: Krishna checks Yudhishthira over Bhima’s foot-blow, and Yudhishthira gives the past insults as the reason for his silence. Krishna approves all of Bhima’s acts. Then the dying Duryodhana rises and charges Krishna with every wrong of the war, and Krishna answers by counting off Duryodhana’s own sins, the poison, the lac house, the fraud at dice, the insult to Draupadi, the killing of Abhimanyu, and says that he was slain by his own deeds.
Duryodhana’s last declaration and the gods’ rain of flowers
Sanjaya said, “Duryodhana said, ‘I have studied the Vedas, I have made gifts by the ordinance, I have ruled the earth to her seas, I have stood upon the heads of my foes! Who is so fortunate as I? And that end which Kshatriyas faithful to their dharma desire, death in battle, has become mine. Who then is so fortunate as I? Human enjoyments worthy of the gods, hard for others to win, were mine. The highest prosperity I attained! Who then is so fortunate as I? With all my well-wishers and my younger brothers I go to heaven! And you all, your purposes unachieved, worn with grief, live on in this unhappy world!’”
“Sanjaya said, ‘As these words of Duryodhana ended, a thick shower of fragrant flowers fell from the sky. The Gandharvas played many charming instruments. The Apsaras sang in chorus the fame of king Duryodhana. The Siddhas cried aloud, “Victory to king Duryodhana!” Fragrant and delightful breezes blew softly all around. Every quarter grew clear, and the firmament shone blue as lapis lazuli. Seeing these most wonderful things, and this honor offered to Duryodhana, the Pandavas with Vasudeva were ashamed.’”
“Hearing the cry of unseen beings that Bhishma, Drona, Karna, and Bhurishravas had been slain unfairly, they were overcome with grief and wept. Seeing the Pandavas full of anxiety and grief, Krishna said to them, in a voice deep as the clouds or the drum, ‘They were all great chariot-warriors, most swift in the use of weapons! Even had you put out all your prowess, you could never have slain them in fair fight! King Duryodhana too could not be slain in a fair combat! The same is true of all the great chariot-warriors headed by Bhishma! For your good I used my maya again and again, and had them slain in battle by many devices. Had I not taken such crooked ways in battle, neither victory would have been yours, nor kingdom, nor wealth! Those four were of the highest souls and were counted Atirathas in the world. Even the guardians of the quarters could not have slain them in fair fight!’”
“‘In the same way the son of Dhritarashtra, though weary with his mace, could not have been slain in fair fight even by Yama with his bludgeon! So do not take it to heart that this foe of yours has been slain by a trick. When the enemy’s numbers are great, they must be brought down by devices and stratagems. The gods themselves took this road when they slew the Asuras. So the road the gods have taken may be taken by all. We have succeeded. Evening has come. We should return to our tents and rest.’ Hearing these words of Vasudeva, the Pandavas and Pancalas, filled with joy, roared like a company of lions. All blew their conchs, and Krishna too, in his joy at seeing Duryodhana struck down in battle, blew Panchajanya.”
A key to reading this (moral complexity): At Duryodhana’s death, the rain of flowers by gods and Gandharvas and the cry of “Victory to him” shame the Pandavas, because it is a sign that even the fallen enemy died in keeping with a Kshatriya’s dharma. To this Krishna makes an open admission of his maya, that none of Bhishma, Drona, Karna, or Duryodhana could have been slain by fair combat, and that deceit was unavoidable for victory. This confession keeps the Mahabharata from becoming a simple tale of triumph.
The gist: Duryodhana declares himself fortunate, that he gained the Vedas, gifts, a kingdom, and the war-death a Kshatriya desires, and that he goes to heaven with his well-wishers. The gods rain flowers and cry his victory; the Pandavas are shamed and grief-struck. Krishna openly admits that all four great chariot-warriors were unkillable by fair combat, and so were slain by maya, which is the road the gods themselves have taken.
Duryodhana’s message and Ashvatthama’s consecration as commander
Dhritarashtra said, “Kicked at the head, his thighs broken, prostrate on the earth, my proud son, what did he say then, Sanjaya? Tell me.”
Sanjaya said, “Listen, king, to what Duryodhana said when calamity overtook him. His thighs broken, covered with dust, the king gathered his flowing locks with great difficulty, casting his eyes on every side, and began to sigh like a snake. Filled with wrath, tears flowing from his eyes, he looked at me. Like a furious elephant he struck his arms against the earth for a while. Shaking his loose locks, gnashing his teeth, he began to censure the eldest brother of Yudhishthira. Breathing hard, he said to me:”
“‘Alas, I who had Santanu’s son Bhishma for my protector, and Karna and Gautama’s son Kripa, and Shakuni, and Drona and Ashvatthama, and Shalya, and Kritavarma, alas, even I have come to this plight! It seems that Time is not to be overcome! I was lord of eleven chamus of troops, and yet I have come to this plight! None can rise above Time! Those of my side who have escaped this battle with life should be told how I was struck down by Bhimasena against the rules of fair fight!’”
“‘Many very unfair and sinful acts were done to Bhurishravas, to Bhishma, and to Drona of great splendor. This is another most shameful act that the cruel Pandavas have done, for which, I am sure, they will earn the condemnation of all righteous men! What pleasure can a righteous man take in a victory won by wrong? What wise man would praise one who breaks the rules? What can be more astonishing than this, that Bhimasena in his wrath should touch with his foot the head of one like me, whose thighs are broken?’”
“‘I have performed sacrifices, supported my servants well, ruled the whole earth to her seas! I stood upon the heads of my living foes! I gave wealth to my kinsmen as I was able, and did what was pleasing to my friends. I withstood all my foes. Who is more fortunate than I? I studied the Vedas and made gifts by the ordinance. My life passed in happiness. By observing the dharma of my own order, I have earned many regions of blessedness hereafter. Who is more fortunate than I? By good fortune I was not beaten in battle and made to serve my foes as masters. By good fortune, lord, my swelling prosperity leaves me only after my death, to wait upon another! That death which good Kshatriyas faithful to their dharma desire has been won by me! Who is so fortunate as I? By good fortune I have been slain, as one slain while asleep or heedless, as one slain by poison, for I have been slain against the rules of fair fight, unrighteously!’”
“‘The highly blessed Ashvatthama, and Kritavarma of the Satwata race, and Kripa the son of Saradwat, should be told these words of mine: “Never place any trust in the Pandavas, those violators of rules, who have done many unrighteous acts!” By dying on the sacred field of Samantapanchaka, famous through the three worlds, I will surely obtain many eternal regions!’ Then, king, thousands of men, their eyes full of tears, hearing these laments of the king, fled in all directions. The whole earth, with its forests and seas, with all its creatures moving and unmoving, trembled hard and gave out a terrible sound.”
“The messengers went to Ashvatthama the son of Drona and told him the whole account of the mace-duel and the fall of the king. Hearing of Duryodhana’s fall, those great chariot-warriors, the remnant of the Kaurava army, badly wounded with keen shafts and maces and lances, those three, Ashvatthama, Kripa, and Kritavarma of the Satwata race, came quickly on their swift horses to the field. There they saw the son of Dhritarashtra prostrate on the earth like a great Sala tree laid low by a storm. They saw him writhing on the bare ground, drenched in blood, like a great forest elephant wounded by a hunter.”
“Dismounting from their chariots, they ran to the king. Seeing Duryodhana, they all sat down on the earth around him. Then the son of Drona, king, with tearful eyes and breathing like a snake, said to that prince, ‘Truly nothing is stable in the world of men, since you lie on the bare earth, stained with dust! You were the king who laid his commands on the whole earth! Why then do you lie alone in this lonely wilderness? I do not see Duhshasana beside you, nor the great chariot-warrior Karna, nor those hundreds of friends of yours!’”
“Hearing these grief-filled words of Ashvatthama, your son gave a fitting answer. He wiped his eyes with his hands and shed fresh tears of grief. Then the king said to Kripa and the other heroes, ‘This subjection of all creatures to death has been ordained by the Creator himself. Death comes to all in its time. That death has now come to me, before the eyes of you all! I who ruled the whole earth have come to this plight! By good fortune I never turned my back on battle, whatever calamity overtook me. By good fortune I have been slain by those sinful men, above all by the help of deceit. By good fortune I always showed courage and firmness in my hostilities. By good fortune I am slain in battle, along with all my kinsmen and friends.’”
“‘By good fortune I see you all escaped from this great slaughter, alive and unharmed. This is most dear to me. Do not, out of affection, grieve for my death. If the Vedas are any authority, I have surely earned many eternal regions! I am not ignorant of the glory of Krishna of immeasurable energy. He did not let me fall from the proper observance of Kshatriya duty. I have won him. Let no one grieve for me. You have done what men like you should do. You always strove for my success. But Destiny cannot be turned aside.’ Having said this much, the king, his eyes laved with tears, fell silent, overcome with agony.”
“Seeing the king in tears and grief, the son of Drona flamed up in wrath like the fire of the universal dissolution. Overwhelmed with rage, he squeezed his hand and, in a voice hoarse with tears, said to the king, ‘My father was slain by those wretches with a cruel contrivance. But that deed does not burn me as much as this plight of yours, king! Hear these words of mine, which I speak swearing by Truth itself and by all my acts of piety, my gifts, my religion, and the merit I have won. This very day, in the very presence of Vasudeva, I will send all the Pancalas to the abode of Yama with all my might! Grant me your leave, king!’”
“Hearing these words of the son of Drona, so dear to his heart, the king of the Kurus said to Kripa, ‘Preceptor, bring me a pot full of water without delay!’ At these words Kripa brought a pot full of water and came to the king. Then your son said to Kripa, ‘if you wish to do me good, then at my command consecrate the son of Drona to the post of commander! At the king’s command even a Brahmin may fight, above all one who has adopted the ways of a Kshatriya! So say those learned in the scriptures!’”
“Hearing the king’s words, Kripa the son of Saradwat, at the king’s command, consecrated Ashvatthama the son of Drona to the post of commander! The consecration over, king, Ashvatthama embraced that king and left the spot, making the ten quarters ring with his leonine roars. Duryodhana drenched in blood, began to pass there that night so terrible to all creatures. Drawing quickly away from the field, king, those heroes, their hearts overcome with grief, sank into deep anxiety.”
A key to reading this (numbers and context): A chamu is a unit of army; eleven chamus mark the vast size of the Kaurava host (the whole Kaurava army numbered eleven akshauhinis). The Praya vow is a fast unto death in which a warrior lays down his weapons and sits, and to kill him then is held all the more shameful. This chapter is the end of the Shalya Parva; the consecration of Drona’s son Ashvatthama as commander, and his vow to destroy the Pancalas, ties straight into the next book, the Sauptika Parva, the night-slaughter.
The gist: Lying with his thighs broken, Duryodhana sends through Sanjaya his complaint of being slain by a wrong, his declaration of good fortune, and a warning never to trust the Pandavas. Kripa, Kritavarma, and Ashvatthama come to the field; in grief and rage Ashvatthama swears to destroy the Pancalas. Duryodhana has him consecrated commander, and, blood-soaked and alone, is left lying through that terrible night, while the three heroes, sunk in anxiety, draw away from the field.
Source: the Mahabharata of Krishna-Dwaipayana Vyasa, Shalya Parva, Hradapravesha and Gada-yuddha sub-parvas, Sections 23-64. The Gita Press Hindi edition is the controlling witness. The Sanskrit e-text and an independent complete translation were used to verify names, sequence, and principal events. Where recensions differ, this retelling follows Gita Press.
Based on: The Mahabharata, Vyasa (Gita Press, Gorakhpur)