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Pancharatra and Core: Gandhari laments the death of Bhurishravas and brother Śakuni.
Gandhari said:
Behold the son of Somadatta, felled by Yuyudhāna, being pecked by many birds in the presence of Mādhava.
O Janardana, Somadatta, overwhelmed with grief for his son, appears as if he is reproaching the mighty archer Yuyudhana.
But the mother of Bhurishravas, overwhelmed with grief, the blameless lady, consoled her husband Somadatta.
By good fortune, O great king, you do not witness this dreadful destruction of the Bharatas, the fearful lamentation of the Kurus, and the end of an era.
By good fortune, you do not see today your heroic son, the giver of many thousands, the performer of many sacrifices, who bore the sacrificial post as his banner, lying slain.
By good fortune, O great king, you do not hear the dreadful and abundant lamentation of the daughters-in-law in their wailing, like the cries of cranes in the ocean.
Clad in a single garment, with their black hair disheveled, those daughters-in-law, bereft of children and husbands, run about in distress.
Oh, by good fortune you do not see the tiger among men, with his arm cut off, struck down by Arjuna, being eaten by beasts of prey.
You do not see here today, by good fortune, all the widows and daughters-in-law of Śala, Bhūriśravas, and others slain in battle.
By good fortune, you do not see that golden umbrella of the great-souled Yūpaketu, scattered on the platform of Saumadatta's chariot.
But the dark-eyed wives of Bhurishravas, having surrounded their husband who was slain by Satyaki, are lamenting him.
O Keśava, alas! These women, emaciated by grief for their husbands, after much lamentation, fall piteously to the ground facing forward.
How did the careless person obtain the arm of the heroic sacrificer, after one who delights in the terrible performed this terrible act?
Then Sātyaki, having committed an even more sinful act, addressed the resolute one who was observing a fast unto death.
O Mādhava, these women of Yūpadhvaja are crying, saying: "One was killed by two; the righteous remains by unrighteousness—you."
The wife of Yūpadhvaja, slender-waisted, placed her husband's arm on her lap and wept in deep sorrow.
This is the hand that removes the belt, presses the full breasts, touches the navel, thighs, and hips, and loosens the girdle.
In the presence of Vāsudeva, another careless warrior was struck down in battle by Pārtha, whose actions were tireless.
O Janardana, what will you say in assemblies and stories about Arjuna's great deeds, or about yourself, or about him, the crowned one?
Thus, after reproaching her in this way, this noble lady sits in silence. The co-wives lament for her, just as a master laments for his daughter-in-law.
Śakuni, the powerful and valiant king of Gandhara and maternal uncle, was slain by his nephew Sahadeva.
He who was once fanned with golden rods and fans is now, as he lies down, fanned by birds with their wings.
The one who indeed creates forms by the hundreds and thousands—his illusions, O magician, were burnt up by the brilliance of the Pāṇḍava.
By means of illusion, the cunning wise one conquered Yudhishthira; in the assembly, he who had regained his life and the vast kingdom was conquered again.
Just as birds surround the black vulture from all sides, so too is the gambler, trained for the destruction of my sons.
By this, this great enmity with the Pāṇḍavas has become attached, aiming at the destruction of my sons, myself, and my entire retinue.
O lord, just as the worlds of my sons were conquered by weapons, so too have the worlds of this evil-minded one been conquered by weapon.
O Madhusudana, how could even there, this upright and wise man, together with my brothers, oppose my sons?
