Bhagavata Purana

निशातमसिमुद्यम्य सकिरीटं सकुण्डलम् । शम्बरस्य शिरः कायात् ताम्रश्मश्र्वोजसाहरत्

Raising a sharp sword, adorned with crown and earrings, he severed Shambara's head from his body with great force, his copper-colored beard shining.

आकीर्यमाणो दिविजैः स्तुवद्‌भिः कुसुमोत्करैः । भार्ययाम्बरचारिण्या पुरं नीतो विहायसा

Showered by the gods with praises and heaps of flowers, he was carried through the sky by his wife, who moved like a celestial.

अन्तःपुरवरं राजन् ललनाशतसङ्कुलम् । विवेश पत्‍न्या गगनाद् विद्युतेव बलाहकः

Entering the splendid inner chambers, crowded with hundreds of women, he arrived from the sky with his wife, like lightning in a cloud.

तं दृष्ट्वा जलदश्यामं पीतकौशेयवाससम् । प्रलम्बबाहुं ताम्राक्षं सुस्मितं रुचिराननम्

Seeing him, dark as a rain cloud, clad in yellow silk, with long arms, coppery eyes, a beautiful face and a gentle smile,

स्वलङ्कृतमुखाम्भोजं नीलवक्रालकालिभिः । कृष्णं मत्वा स्त्रियो ह्रीता निलिल्युस्तत्र तत्र ह

With his lotus face adorned, decorated with blue curling locks, the women, thinking him to be Krishna, shyly hid themselves here and there.

अवधार्य शनैरीषद् वैलक्षण्येन योषितः । उपजग्मुः प्रमुदिताः सस्त्री रत्‍नं सुविस्मिताः

Gradually discerning, with slight embarrassment, the women approached joyfully, amazed at the precious jewel among them.

अथ तत्रासितापाङ्गी वैदर्भी वल्गुभाषिणी । अस्मरत् स्वसुतं नष्टं स्नेहस्नुतपयोधरा

Then Vaidarbhi, dark-eyed and sweet-spoken, remembered her lost son, her breasts moist with affection.

को न्वयं नरवैदूर्यः कस्य वा कमलेक्षणः । धृतः कया वा जठरे केयं लब्धा त्वनेन वा

Who is this jewel among men, lotus-eyed? Whose son is he? By whom was he carried in the womb? Who is this woman who has gained him, or by whom was he obtained?

मम चाप्यात्मजो नष्टो नीतो यः सूतिकागृहात् । एतत्तुल्यवयोरूपो यदि जीवति कुत्रचित्

My own son was lost, taken from the birthing chamber. This one is of similar age and form—if he lives somewhere, where could it be?

कथं त्वनेन संप्राप्तं सारूप्यं शार्ङ्गधन्वनः । आकृत्यावयवैर्गत्या स्वरहासावलोकनैः

How has he attained such resemblance to the wielder of the Sharnga bow—in form, limbs, gait, voice, smile, and glance?

स एव वा भवेत् नूनं यो मे गर्भे धृतोऽर्भकः । अमुष्मिन् प्रीतिरधिका वामः स्फुरति मे भुजः

Surely, he must be the very child I carried in my womb. My left arm trembles with affection, and my love for him grows stronger.

एवं मीमांसमणायां वैदर्भ्यां देवकीसुतः । देवक्यानकदुन्दुभ्यां उत्तमःश्लोक आगमत्

While Vaidarbhi was thus pondering, the son of Devaki, the illustrious Krishna, arrived with Devaki and Vasudeva.

विज्ञातार्थोऽपि भगवान् तूष्णीमास जनार्दनः । नारदोऽकथयत् सर्वं शम्बराहरणादिकम्

Though knowing everything, Janardana, the Lord, remained silent; Narada narrated the entire story, including the slaying of Shambara.

तच्छ्रुत्वा महदाश्चर्यं कृष्णान्तःपुरयोषितः । अभ्यनन्दन् ब्बहूनब्दान् नष्टं मृतमिवागतम्

Hearing this wondrous tale, the women of Krishna's inner chambers rejoiced, welcoming the one who had been lost for many years, as if returned from the dead.

देवकी वसुदेवश्च कृष्णरामौ तथा स्त्रियः । दम्पती तौ परिष्वज्य रुक्मिणी च ययुर्मुदम्

Devakī and Vasudeva, along with Krishna and Balarama and their wives, embraced the couple, and Rukmini too, rejoicing.

नष्टं प्रद्युम्नमायातं आकर्ण्य द्वारकौकसः । अहो मृत इवायातो बालो दिष्ट्येति हाब्रुवन्

Hearing that Pradyumna, who had been lost, had returned, the residents of Dvārakā exclaimed, 'Ah! The boy has come back as if from the dead—by good fortune!'

( वसंततिलका ) यं वै मुहुः पितृसरूपनिजेशभावाः तन्मातरो यदभजन् रहरूढभावाः । चित्रं न तत्खलु रमास्पदबिम्बबिम्बे कामे स्मरेऽक्षविषये किमुतान्यनार्यः

He whom, again and again, mothers worshipped with feelings for their own lord and father, whose affection grew daily—yet, it is not strange, for in the reflection of Lakshmi’s abode, in the domain of desire and love, what could others, lacking virtue, do?

इति श्रीमद्‍भागवते महापुराणे पारमहंस्यां संहितायां दशमस्कन्धे उत्तरार्धे प्रद्युम्नोत्पत्तिनिरूपणं नाम पञ्चपञ्चाशत्तमोऽध्यायः

Thus ends the fifty-fifth chapter, entitled 'The Account of Pradyumna’s Birth,' in the tenth book, second part, of the great Purāṇa Śrīmad Bhāgavatam, the scripture of the supreme paramahaṃsa tradition.

अथ षट्पञ्चाशत्तमोऽध्यायः । श्रीशुक उवाच। सत्राजितः स्वतनयां कृष्णाय कृतकिल्बिषः। स्यमन्तकेन मणिना स्वयमुद्यम्य दत्तवान्

Then begins the fifty-sixth chapter. Śrī Śuka said: Satrājit, having committed a wrong, gave his own daughter to Krishna, personally offering the Syamantaka jewel.

श्रीराजोवाच। सत्राजितः किमकरोद्ब्रह्मन्कृष्णस्य किल्बिषः। स्यमन्तकः कुतस्तस्य कस्माद्दत्ता सुता हरेः

The king said: What wrong did Satrājit do to Krishna, O Brāhmaṇa? From where did he get the Syamantaka? Why did he give his daughter to Hari?

श्रीशुक उवाच। आसीत्सत्राजितः सूर्यो भक्तस्य परमः सखा। प्रीतस्तस्मै मणिं प्रादात्स च तुष्टः स्यमन्तकम्

Śrī Śuka said: Satrājit was a great devotee and close friend of the sun god; pleased with him, the sun gave him the Syamantaka jewel.

स तं बिभ्रन्मणिं कण्ठे भ्राजमानो यथा रविः। प्रविष्टो द्वारकां राजन्तेजसा नोपलक्षितः

Wearing the jewel on his neck, shining like the sun, Satrājit entered Dvārakā, and due to his radiance, was not recognized by the people.

तं विलोक्य जना दूरात्तेजसा मुष्टदृष्टयः। दीव्यतेऽक्षैर्भगवते शशंसुः सूर्यशङ्किताः

Seeing him from a distance, the people, dazzled by his brilliance, reported to Bhagavān while playing dice, suspecting he was the sun god.

नारायण नमस्तेऽस्तु शङ्खचक्रगदाधर। दामोदरारविन्दाक्ष गोविन्द यदुनन्दन

O Nārāyaṇa, salutations to you, bearer of conch, discus, and mace, O Dāmodara, lotus-eyed, Govinda, delight of the Yadus!

एष आयाति सविता त्वां दिदृक्षुर्जगत्पते। मुष्णन्गभस्तिचक्रेण नृणां चक्षूंषि तिग्मगुः

Here comes the sun, O lord of the world, wishing to see you, stealing the sight of men with his fierce rays.

नन्वन्विच्छन्ति ते मार्गं त्रिलोक्यां विबुधर्षभाः। ज्ञात्वाद्य गूढं यदुषु द्रष्टुं त्वां यात्यजः प्रभो

Surely, the best of the gods search for your path throughout the three worlds; knowing you are hidden among the Yadus, today the unborn lord comes to see you.

श्रीशुक उवाच। निशम्य बालवचनं प्रहस्याम्बुजलोचनः। प्राह नासौ रविर्देवः सत्राजिन्मणिना ज्वलन्

Śrī Śuka said: Hearing the words of the children, the lotus-eyed one laughed and said, 'That is not the sun god, but Satrājit, shining with the jewel.'

सत्राजित्स्वगृहं श्रीमत्कृतकौतुकमङ्गलम्। प्रविश्य देवसदने मणिं विप्रैर्न्यवेशयत्

Satrājit entered his splendid house, decorated for auspiciousness, and placed the jewel in the shrine, consecrated by the brāhmaṇas.

दिने दिने स्वर्णभारानष्टौ स सृजति प्रभो। दुर्भिक्षमार्यरिष्टानि सर्पाधिव्याधयोऽशुभाः। न सन्ति मायिनस्तत्र यत्रास्तेऽभ्यर्चितो मणिः

Day by day, O lord, it produces eight loads of gold; famine, calamities, snake afflictions, diseases, and misfortune do not occur where the jewel is worshipped.