Chapter 13

Mahabharata English - BHISHMA PARVA

Vaisampayana said,–“Possessing a knowledge of the past, the present andthe future, and seeing all things as if present before his eyes, thelearned son of Gavalgana, O Bharata, coming quickly from the field ofbattle, and rushing with grief (into the court) represented untoDhritarashtra who was plunged in thought that Bhishma the grandsire ofthe Bharatas had been slain.”

“Sanjaya said,–‘I am Sanjaya, O great king. I bow to thee, O bull ofBharata’s race. Bhishma, the son of Santanu and the grandsire of theBharatas, hath been slain. That foremost of all warriors, that grandsireof the Bharatas, hath been slain. That foremost of all warriors, thatembodied energy of all bowmen, that grandsire of the Kurus lieth to-dayon a bed of arrows. That Bhishma. O king, relying on whose energy thy sonhad been engaged in that match at dice, now lieth on the field of battleslain by Sikhandin. That mighty car-warrior who on a single car hadvanquished in terrific combat at the city of Kasi all the kings of theEarth mustered together, he who had fearlessly fought in battle withRama, the son of Jamadagni, he whom Jamadagni’s son could not slay, oh,even hath he been to-day slain by Sikhandin. Resembling the great Indrahimself in bravery, and Himavat in firmness, like unto the ocean itselfin gravity, and the Earth herself in patience, that invincible warriorhaving arrows for his teeth, that bow for his mouth, and the sword forhis tongue, that lion among men, hath to-day been slain by the prince ofPanchala. That slayer of heroes, beholding whom when addrest for battlethe mighty army of the Pandavas, unmanned by fear, used to tremble like aherd of kine when beholding a lion, alas, having protected that army (ofthine) for ten nights and having achieved feats exceedingly difficult ofaccomplishment, hath set like the Sun.[78] He who like Sakra himself,scattering arrows in thousands with the utmost composure, daily slew tenthousand warriors for ten days, even he slain (by the enemy), lieth,though he deserveth it not, on the bare ground like a (mighty) treebroken by the wind, in consequence, O king, of thy evil counsels, OBharata.'”

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