let a more painful bed than that, on the bare earth,
be now Duryodhana’s and let him lie down on it,
as his last, deprived of life. Win thou over
those men that were ruled by the wicked Duryodhana
of unjust conduct to the side of Pandu’s son
endued with modesty and wisdom and asceticism and
self-restraint and valour and might regulated by virtue.
Endued with humility and righteousness, with asceticism
and self-restraint and with valour regulated by virtue,
and always speaking the truth, our king, though afflicted
by numerous deceptions, hath forgiven all and hath
patiently borne great wrongs. When the eldest
son of Pandu, of soul under proper control, will indignantly
dart at the Kurus his terrible wrath accumulated for
years, then will the son of Dhritarashtra repent for
this war. As a blazing fire burning all around
consumeth dry grass in the hot season, so will Yudhishthira,
inflamed with wrath, consume the Dhritarashtra host
by glance alone of his eye. When Dhritarashtra’s
son will behold Bhimasena, that wrathful Pandava of
terrific impetus, stationed on his car, mace in hand,
vomiting the venom of his wrath, then will Duryodhana
repent for this war. Indeed, when he will behold
Bhimasena, who always fighteth in the van, accoutred
in mail, scarcely capable of being looked at even by
his own followers felling hostile heroes and devastating
the enemy’s ranks like Yama himself, then will
the exceedingly vain Duryodhana recollect these words.
When he will behold elephants, looking like mountain-peaks,
felled by Bhimasena, blood flowing their broken heads
like water from broken casks, then will Dhritarashtra’s
son repent for this war. When falling upon the
sons of Dhritarashtra the fierce Bhima of terrible
mien, mace in hand, will slaughter them, like a huge
lion falling upon a herd of kine, then will Duryodhana
repent for this war. When the heroic Bhima undaunted
even in situations of great danger and skilled in
weapons-when that grinder of hostile hosts in battle,—mounted
on his car, and alone will crush by his mace crowds
of superior cars and entire ranks of infantry, seize
by his nooses strong as iron, the elephants of the
hostile army, and mow down the Dhritarashtra’s
host, like a sturdy woodsman cutting a forest down
with an axe, then will Dhritarashtra’s son repent
for this war. When he will behold the Dhartarashtra’s
host consumed like a hamlet full of straw-built huts
by fire, or a field of ripe corn by lightning,—indeed
when he will behold his vast army scattered, its leaders
slain, and men running away with their back towards
the field afflicted with fear, and all the warriors,
humbled to the dust, being scorched by Bhimasena with
the fire of his weapons,—then will the son
of Dhritarashtra repent for this war, When Nakula,
that warrior of wonderful feats, that foremost of
all car-warriors, dexterously shooting arrows by hundreds,
will mangle the car-warriors of Duryodhana, then will
the son of Dhritarashtra repent for this war.