O King, except for Duryodhana, all the assembled kings, sages, and gods rejoiced at the Rajasuya sacrifice. You have heard of these events—now listen as I recount the reason behind this. At your great ancestor’s Rajasuya, his kinsmen, bound by affection, eagerly took up various duties. Bhima managed the kitchen, Suyodhana oversaw the treasury, Sahadeva was responsible for the worship, and Nakula procured all the necessary materials. Arjuna attended to the elders, Krishna himself washed the feet of guests, while Drupada’s daughter served food. Karna, noble-minded, distributed gifts to all. Others too, such as Yuyudhāna, Vikarṇa, Hārdikya, Vidura, the sons of Bāhlīka, Bhūri, and the Santardanas, were each assigned tasks befitting them. Thus, all those appointed, acting out of love and respect, sought only to please the king. When the officiating priests, assistants, and closest friends had been honored with gifts, kind words, and proper hospitality, and when the Lord of the Sātvatas—Krishna—entered the sacrificial arena after slaying Śiśupāla, the concluding ritual bath was performed in the celestial river. Instruments of every kind—mridanga, conch, panava, dhundhuri, anaka, gomukha—resounded in celebration. Joyful dancers danced, singers sang in groups, and the sounds of vina, flute, and clapping rose up, seeming to touch the heavens. Kings adorned with golden garlands departed, riding elephants and chariots decorated with colorful banners and flags, accompanied by their splendidly adorned warriors. The Yadus, Sṛñjayas, Kambojas, Kurus, Kekayas, and Kosalas, leading their armies, shook the earth as they proceeded to the sacrifice. Distinguished sages, officiants, and the best of the twice-born chanted Vedic hymns loudly, praised by gods, sages, ancestors, and gandharvas, who showered them with flowers. Men and women, adorned with fragrant garlands, ornaments, and fine garments, playfully sprinkled each other and enjoyed various delights. Women, smeared with oil, cow’s ghee, fragrant powders, turmeric, and rich saffron, playfully rubbed and enjoyed with the men. Protected by their menfolk, the queens slipped out unnoticed, like divine ladies in celestial chariots; as their maternal relatives and friends sprinkled them, their faces shone with bashful smiles. Those queens, together with their friends, enthusiastically sprinkled the gods; their garments wet, bodies and breasts exposed, loosened garlands falling, they stirred the minds of those with impure thoughts by their charming play. The emperor, mounted on a chariot drawn by fine horses and adorned with gold, shone among his wives, like the lord of a sacrifice among its rituals. After performing the ritual bath with his wives, the officiants, having purified themselves, bathed him in the Ganges together with Krishna. Divine drums resounded alongside human drums; gods, sages, ancestors, and humans showered flowers upon the scene. All men, from every class and stage of life, bathed there, for even those guilty of great sins were instantly freed from impurity. Afterward, the king, splendidly adorned in fine silk, honored the officiants, sages, and brahmins with ornaments and garments. Devoted to Narayana, he repeatedly honored his relatives, acquaintances, kings, friends, and all others. All the people shone with divine radiance, adorned with jeweled earrings, garlands, turbans, jackets, fine cloth, and precious necklaces. The women, with pairs of earrings and groups of bangles, their faces beautiful, shone with golden girdles. Then the officiants of great virtue, sages, and brahminical scholars, along with the assembled kings of all classes—brahmin, kshatriya, vaishya, and shudra—gathered there. The gods, sages, ancestors, spirits, and guardians of the worlds, along with their attendants, having been honored, gave their permission and returned to their own abodes. The royal sages could not tire of praising Haridasa’s grand Rajasuya, just as mortals never tire of drinking nectar. At last, King Yudhishthira, with affection, bade farewell to his friends, relatives, and kinsmen, and with reluctance to part, to Krishna as well. The Blessed Lord, who brings joy to his dear ones, remained there for a time, after sending the Yadu heroes, including Samba and others, to Kusasthali. Thus, the son of Dharma, the king, crossed the vast ocean of his cherished desires—so difficult to traverse—and, with Krishna’s help, became free from distress. Yet, once in the king’s palace, Duryodhana beheld the splendor and felt tormented by the greatness of the Rajasuya and the glory of Lord Achyuta. In that place, where the wealth of kings, demons, and gods—arranged by the Creator—shone forth, the lord stood beside the daughter of Drupada, and Kururaja’s heart was ensnared and tormented. There, at that time, a thousand queens of Madhupati, with their heavy hips and softly tinkling anklets, surrounded the radiant face adorned with crimson necklaces, beautiful earrings, and flowing locks. In the assembly hall built by Maya, the son of Dharma, the emperor, sat surrounded by followers and kinsmen, and by Krishna, who watched with his own eyes. Seated on a golden throne, like Indra himself, endowed with supreme prosperity, he was praised by bards. There, Duryodhana, proud and surrounded by his brothers, wearing a crown and garland, sat with sword in hand, casting it down in anger. On the floor, he grasped the edge of a garment, thinking it was water, but it was dry; and in the water, he mistook it for solid ground, bewildered by Maya’s illusion. Bhima laughed at him upon seeing this, as did the women and other kings. Though the king tried to restrain them, Krishna approved their laughter. Ashamed, with downcast face and burning with anger, Duryodhana left silently for Gajaha. A great cry of “Alas!” arose among the virtuous, and Ajatasatru was troubled in mind. The Blessed Lord remained silent, wishing to relieve the earth’s burden, and watched with wandering eyes. O King, thus I have told you what you asked—the wickedness of Suyodhana at the great Rajasuya sacrifice. Thus ends the seventy-fifth chapter, called “The Humbling of Duryodhana’s Pride,” in the tenth canto, second half, of the glorious Bhagavata Purana, the scripture of the supreme swans.