“Approaching that Rishi of high vows and endued with a knowledge of all duties, he said, I am Arjuna, and then awaited his pleasure.  Satyavatis son, endued with high penances, answered, saying Welcome!  Of tranquil soul, the great Muni further said, Take thy seat.  Seeing that the son of Pritha was exceedingly cheerless and breathing heavy sighs repeatedly and filled with despair, Vyasa addressed him, saying, “Hast thou been sprinkled with water from anybodys nails or hair, or the end of anybodys cloth, or from the mouth of a jar?  Hast thou had sexual congress with any woman before the cessation of her functional flow?  Hast thou slain a Brahmana?  Hast thou been vanquished in battle?  Thou lookest like one shorn of prosperity.  I do not know that thou hast been defeated by anyone.  Why then, O chief of Bharatas race, this exceedingly dejected aspect?  It behoveth thee, O son of Pritha, to tell me all, if, indeed, there be no harm in telling it.”

“Arjuna said, He whose complexion was like that of a (newly-risen) cloud, he whose eyes were like a pair of large lotus petals, Krishna, has, with Rama, cast off his body and ascended to Heaven.  At Prabhasa, through iron bolts generated by the curse denounced by Brahmanas, the destruction has taken place of the Vrishni heroes.  Awful hath that carnage been, and not even a single hero has escaped.  The heroes of the Bhoja, the Andhaka, and the Vrishni races, O Brahmana, who were all endued with high souls, great might, and leonine pride, have slaughtered one another in battle.  Possessed of arms that looked like maces of iron, and capable of bearing the strokes of heavy clubs and darts, alas, they have all been slain with blades of Eraka grass.  Behold the perverse course of Time. 500,000 mighty-armed warriors have thus been laid low.  Encountering one another, they have met with destruction.  Thinking repeatedly of this carnage of the Yadava warriors of immeasurable energy and of the illustrious Krishna, I fail to derive peace of mind.  The death of the wielder of Sarnga is as incredible as the drying up of the ocean, the displacement of a mountain, the falling down of the vault of heaven, or the cooling property of fire.  Deprived of the company of the Vrishni heroes, I desire not to live in this world.  Another incident has happened that is more painful than this, O thou that art possessed of wealth of penances.  Repeatedly thinking of it, my heart is breaking.  In my very sight, O Brahmana, thousands of Vrishni ladies were carried away by the Abhiras of the country of the five waters, who assailed us.  Taking up my bow I found myself unequal to even string it.  The might that had existed in my arms seemed to have disappeared on that occasion.  O great ascetic, my weapons of diverse kinds failed to make their appearance.  Soon, again, my shafts became exhausted.  That person of immeasurable soul, of four arms, wielding the conch, the discus, and the mace, clad in yellow robes, dark of complexion, and possessing eyes resembling