सर्वरत्नशतैः पूर्णां पताकाशतमालिनीम्। ग्राम्यारण्यैः पशुगणैः सम्पूर्णां च महीमिमाम्
He filled it with hundreds of all kinds of jewels, adorned it with hundreds of banners, and made this earth abundant with herds of domestic and wild animals.
रामस्य जामदग्न्यस्य प्रतिजग्राह कश्यपः। ततः शतसहस्राणि द्विपेन्द्रान्हेमभूषणान्
Kaśyapa accepted the earth from Rāma, son of Jamadagni, along with hundreds of thousands of lordly elephants adorned with golden ornaments.
निर्दस्युं पृथिवीं कृत्वा शिष्टेष्टजनसङ्कुलाम्। कश्यपाय ददौ रामो हयमेधे महामखे
Having made the earth free of outlaws and filled with virtuous and worthy people, Rāma gave it to Kaśyapa at the great horse sacrifice.
त्रिःसप्तकृत्वः पृथिवीं कृत्वा निःक्षत्रियां प्रभुः। इष्ट्वा क्रतुशतैर्वीरो ब्राह्मणेभ्यो ह्यमन्यत
The lordly hero made the earth free of Kṣatriyas twenty-one times, performed hundreds of sacrifices, and then considered the Brāhmaṇas as his kin.
सप्तद्वीपां वसुमतीं मारीचोऽगृह्णत द्विजः। रामं प्रोवाच निर्गच्छ वसुधातो ममाज्ञया
The Brāhmaṇa Marīci took possession of the earth with her seven continents, and said to Rāma, 'Depart from the earth at my command.'
स कश्यपस्य वचनात्प्रोत्सार्य सरिताम्पतिम्। इषुपाते युधां श्रेष्ठः कुर्वन्ब्राह्मणशासनम्
Obeying Kaśyapa's words, the best of warriors, upholding the command of the Brāhmaṇas, withdrew the lord of rivers and departed.
अध्यावसद्गिरिश्रेष्ठं महेन्द्रं पर्वतोत्तमम्। एवं गुणशतैर्युक्तो भृगूणां कीर्तिवर्धनः
He dwelt upon the greatest of mountains, Mahendra, chief among peaks, thus increasing the fame of the Bhṛgu lineage with his hundreds of virtues.
जामदग्न्यो ह्यतियशा मरिष्यति महाद्युतिः। त्वया चतुर्भद्रतरः पुण्यात्पुण्यतरस्तव
Jāmadagnya, of great splendor and exceeding fame, will die; but you, Sṛñjaya, are even more blessed, your merit surpassing his.
अयज्वानमदक्षिण्यं मा पुत्रमनुतप्यथाः। एते चतुर्भद्रतरास्त्वया भद्रशताधिकाः। मृता नरवरश्रेष्ठ मरिष्यन्ति च सृञ्जय
Do not grieve for a son who did not sacrifice or give gifts; these, and those even more blessed than these, O best of men, have died and will die, O Sṛñjaya.
रूपं चाप्रतिमं तस्य त्रिदशैश्चापि दुर्लभम्। अपश्यतो हि वीरस्य का शान्तिर्हृदयस्य मे
His form is incomparable, rare even among the gods; how can my heart find peace, having seen such a hero?
अभिवादनदक्षं तं पितॄणां वचने रतम्। नाद्याहं यदि पश्यामि का शान्तिर्हृदयस्य मे
If I do not see him today, skilled in respect and devoted to his elders' commands, how can my heart find peace?
सुकुमारः सदा वीरो महार्हशयनोचितः। भूमावनाथवच्छेते नूनं नाथवतां वरः
That gentle hero, accustomed always to the finest beds, now surely lies on the ground like one without protector, though he was the best among protectors.
शयानं समुपासन्ति यं पुरा परमस्त्रियः। तमद्य विप्रविद्धाङ्गमुपासन्त्यशिवाः शिवाः
He whom noble women once attended as he slept, now lies abandoned, attended by inauspicious women, though he was blessed.
यः पुरा बोध्यते सुप्तः सूतमागधबन्दिभिः। बोधयन्त्यद्य तं नूनं श्वापदा विकृतैः स्वनैः
He who was once awakened from sleep by bards, minstrels, and praise-singers, is now surely awakened by wild beasts with their dreadful cries.
छत्रच्छायासमुचितं तस्य तद्वदनं शुभम्। नूनमद्य रजोध्वस्तं रणरेणुः करिष्यति
That beautiful face of his, accustomed to the shade of a parasol, will surely today be covered in dust, scattered by the winds of battle.
हा पुत्रकावितृप्तस्य सततं पुत्रदर्शने। भाग्यहीनस्य कालेन यथा मे नीयसे बलात्
Alas, my son, who was never satisfied with seeing his father, how cruelly fate now drags you away from me, one so bereft of fortune.
सा च संयमनी नूनं सदा सुकृतिनां गतिः। स्वभाभिर्मोहिता रम्या त्वयाऽत्यर्थं विराजते
Surely, that realm of Yama, the destined path of the virtuous, now shines resplendently with your presence, enchanted by your own radiance.
नूनं वैवस्वतश्च त्वां वरुणश्च प्रियातिथिम्। शतक्रतुर्धनेशश्च प्राप्तमर्चन्त्यभीरुकम्
Surely, Vaivasvata, Varuna, Indra, and Kubera now honor you, who have arrived as a beloved guest, though still so young and gentle.
एवं विलप्य बहुधा भिन्नपोतो वगिग्यथा। दुःखेन महताऽविष्टो युधिष्ठिरमपृच्छत
Lamenting thus in many ways, like a ship broken apart by the wind, overwhelmed by great sorrow, he questioned Yudhishthira.
कथं त्वयि च भीमे च धृष्टद्युम्ने च जीवति। सात्यके शक्रविक्रान्ते सौभद्रो निहतः परैः
How, while you, Bhima, Dhrishtadyumna, and Satyaki—heroes of Indra's valor—still live, was Subhadra's son slain by the enemy?
कच्चित्स कदनं कृत्वा परेषां कुरुनन्दन। स्वर्गतोऽभिमुखः सङ्ख्ये युध्यमानो नरर्षभैः
Did Abhimanyu, O joy of the Kurus, after striking down many foes, ascend to heaven in battle, facing the warriors like a hero?
स नूनं बहुभिर्यत्तैर्युध्यमानो नरर्षभैः। असहायः सहायार्थी मामनुध्यातवान्ध्रुवम्
Surely, while fighting those many mighty warriors, alone and seeking help, he must have remembered me—of that there is no doubt.
पीड्यमानः शरैर्बालस्तात साध्वभिधाव माम्। इति विप्रलपन्मन्ये नृशंसैर्भुवि पातितः
Pressed by arrows, that boy must have cried out, 'Father, come quickly to me!'—lamenting thus, he was cruelly struck down on the earth.
अथवा मत्प्रसूतः स स्वस्रीयो माधवस्य च। सुभद्रायां च सम्भूतो न चैवं वक्तुमर्हति
Or perhaps, being my own son, and the nephew of Madhava, born of Subhadra, he would not have spoken so.
वज्रसारमयं नूनं हृदयं सुदृढं मम। अपश्यतो दीर्घबाहुं रक्ताक्षं यन्न दीर्यते
Truly, my heart must be made of adamant, so firm that it does not break even as I see my long-armed, red-eyed son no more.
कथं बाले महेष्वासा नृशंसा मर्मभेदिनः। स्वस्रीये वासुदेवस्य मम पुत्रेऽक्षिपञ्शरान्
How could cruel warriors, skilled in piercing vital points, shoot arrows at my son—the nephew of Vasudeva, a mere boy, yet a mighty archer?
यो मां नित्यमदीनात्मा प्रत्युद्गम्याभिनन्दति। उपयान्तं रिपून्हत्वा सोऽद्य मां किं न पश्यति
He, who always greeted me joyfully, never downcast, returning victorious from battle—why does he not come to me today?
नूनं स पातितः शेते धरण्यां रुधिरोक्षितः। शोभयन्मेदिनीं गात्रैरादित्य इव पातितः
Surely, he lies fallen on the earth, bathed in blood, his body adorning the ground like the sun fallen from the sky.
सुभद्रामनुशोचामि या पुत्रमपलायिनम्। रणे विनिहतं श्रुत्वा शोकार्ता वै विनङ्क्षति
I grieve for Subhadra, who, upon hearing that her son—who never fled from battle—has been slain, will be consumed by sorrow.
सुभद्रा वक्ष्यते किं मामबिमन्युमपश्यती। द्रौपदीं चैव दुःखार्तां किं वा वक्ष्यामि तामहम्
What will Subhadra say to me, when she does not see Abhimanyu? And what shall I say to Draupadi, who is also stricken with grief?