Maha-bharata - Anonymous

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this bow, assembled monarchs, and the target hung an high,

       Through yon whirling piercéd discus let five glist'ning arrows fly!

      Whoso born of noble lineage, hits the far suspended aim,

       Let him stand and as his guerdon Drupad's beauteous maiden claim!”

      Then he turns unto Draupadi, tells each prince and suitor's name,

       Tells his race and lofty lineage, and his warlike deeds of fame.

      IV

      The Suitors

      “Brave Duryodhan and his brothers, princes of the Kuruland,

       Karna proud and peerless archer, sister! seek thy noble hand,

      And Gandhara's warlike princes, Bhoja's monarch true and bold,

       And the son of mighty Drona, all bedecked in gems and gold!

      King and prince from Matsya kingdom grace this noble wedding-feast,

       Monarchs from more distant regions north and south and west and east,

      Tamralipta and Kalinga on the eastern ocean wave,

       Pattan's port whose hardy children western ocean's dangers brave!

      From the distant land of Madra car-borne monarch Salya came,

       And from Dwarka's sea-girt regions Valadeva known to fame,

      Valadeva and his brother Krishna sprung from Yadu's race,

       Of the Vrishni clan descended, soul of truth and righteous grace!

      This is mighty Jayadratha come from Sindhu's sounding shore,

       Famed for warlike feats of valour, famed alike for sacred lore,

      This is fair Kosala's monarch whose bright deeds our heralds sing,

       From the sturdy soil of Chedi, Sisupala peerless king,

      This is mighty Jarasandha, come from far Magadha's land,

       These are other princely suitors, sister! eager for thy hand!

      All the wide earth's warlike rulers seek to shoot the distant aim,

       Princess, whoso hits the target, choose as thine that prince of fame!”

      Decked with jewels, young and valiant, all aflame with soft desire,

       Conscious of their worth and valour, all the suitors rose in ire,

      Nobly born, of lofty presence, full of young unyielding pride,

       Like the tuskers wild and lordly on Himalay's wooded side!

      Each his rival marks as foeman as in field of deadly strife,

       Each regards the fair Draupadi as his own his queenly wife,

      On the gorgeous field they gather by a maddening passion fired,

       And they strive as strove the bright gods, when by Uma's love inspired!

      And the gods in cloud-borne chariots came to view the scene so fair,

       Bright Adityas in their splendour, Maruts in the moving air,

      Winged suparnas, scaly nagas, deva-rishis pure and high, For their music famed, gandharvas, fair apsaras of the sky!

      Valadeva armed with ploughshare, Krishna chief of righteous fame,

       With the other Yadu chieftains to that wondrous bridal came,

      Krishna marked the sons of Pandu eager for the queenly bride,

       Like wild tuskers for a lotus, like the fire that ashes hide,

      And he knew the warlike brothers in their holy Brahman guise,

       Pointed them to Valadeva, gazing with a glad surprise!

      But the other chiefs and monarchs with their eyes upon the bride,

       Marked nor knew the sons of Pandu sitting speechless by their side,

      And the long-armed sons of Pandu smitten by Kandarpa's dart,

       Looked on her with longing languor and with love-impassioned heart!

      Bright immortals gaily crowding viewed the scene surpassing fair,

       Heavenly blossoms soft descending with a perfume filled the air,

      Bright celestial cars in concourse sailed upon the cloudless sky,

       Drum and flute and harp and tabor sounded deep and sounded high!

      V

      Trial of Skill

      Uprose one by one the suitors, marking still the distant aim,

       Mighty monarchs, gallant princes, chiefs of proud and warlike fame,

      Decked in golden crown and necklace, and inflamed by pride and love,

       Stoutly strove the eager suitors viewing well the target above,

      Strove to string the weapon vainly, tough unbending was the bow,

       Slightly bent, rebounding quickly, laid the gallant princes low!

      Strove the handsome suitors vainly, decked in gem and burnished gold,

       Reft of diadem and necklace, fell each chief and warrior bold,

      Reft of golden crown and garland, shamed and humbled in their pride,

       Groaned the suitors in their anguish, sought no more Panchala's bride!

      Uprose Karna, peerless archer, proudest of the archers he,

       And he went and strung the weapon, fixed the arrows gallantly,

      Stood like Surya in his splendour and like Agni in his flame—

       Pandu's sons in terror whispered, Karna sure must hit the aim!

      But in proud and queenly accents Drupad's queenly daughter said:

       “Monarch's daughter, born a Kshatra, Suta's son I will not wed!”

      Karna heard with crimsoned forehead, left the emprise almost done,

       Left the bow already circled, silent gazed upon the Sun!

      Uprose Chedi's haughty monarch, mightiest of the monarchs he,

       Other kings had failed inglorious, Sisupala stood forth free,

      Firm in heart and fixed in purpose, bent the tough unbending bow,

       Vainly! for the bow rebounding laid the haughty monarch low!

      Uprose sturdy Jarasandha, far Magadha's mighty chief,

       Held the bow and stood undaunted, tall and stately as a cliff,

      But once more the bow rebounded, fell the monarch in his shame,

       Left in haste Panchala's mansions for the region whence he came!

      Uprose Salya, king of Madra, with his wondrous skill and might,

       Faltering, on his knees descending, fell in sad inglorious plight,

      Thus each monarch fell and faltered, merry whispers went around,

       And the sound of stifled laughter circled round the festive ground!

      VI

      The Disguised Arjun

      Hushed the merry sound of laughter, hushed each suitor in his shame,

       Arjun, godlike son of Pritha, from the ranks of Brahmans came,

      Guised as priest serene and holy, fair as Indra's rainbow bright,

       All the Brahmans shook their deerskins, cheered him in their hearts' delight!

      Some there were with

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