SECTION XXIII

Vaisampayana said,--"then that foremost of all speakers, Krishna of the

Yadava race, addressing king Jarasandha who was resolved upon fighting,

said,--'O king, with whom amongst us three dost thou desire to fight?

Who amongst us shall prepare himself for battle (with thee)?' Thus

addressed, the ruler of Magadha, king Jarasandha of great splendour,

expressed his desire for fighting with Bhima. The priest then, bringing

with him the yellow pigment obtained from the cow and garlands of

flowers and other auspicious articles, as also various excellent

medicines for restoring lost consciousness and alleviating pain,

approached Jarasandha, panting for battle. The king Jarasandha, on

whose behalf propitiatory ceremonies with benedictions were performed

by a renowned Brahmana, remembering the duty of a Kshatriya dressed

himself for battle. Taking off his crown and binding his hair properly,

Jarasandha stood up like an ocean bursting its continents. Then the

monarch possessed of terrible prowess, addressing Bhima, said, 'I will

fight with thee. It is better to be vanquished by a superior person.'

And saying this, Jarasandha, that represser of all foes endued, rushed

with great energy at Bhimasena like the Asura Vala of old who rushed at

the chief of the celestials. And the mighty Bhimasena, on whose behalf

the gods had been invoked by Krishna, that cousin of his, having

consulted with advanced towards Jarasandha, impelled by the desire of

fight. Then those tigers among men, those heroes of great prowess, with

their bare arms as their only weapons, cheerfully engaged themselves in

the encounter, each desirous of vanquishing the other. And seizing each

other's arms and twining each other's legs, (at times) they slapped

their arm-pits, causing the enclosure to tremble at the sound. And

frequently seizing each other's necks with their hands and dragging and

pushing it with violence, and each pressing every limb of his body

against every limb of the other, they continued, O exalted one, to slap

their arm-pits (at time). And sometimes stretching their arms and

sometimes drawing them close, and now raising them up and now dropping

them down, they began to seize each other. And striking neck against

neck and forehead against forehead, they caused fiery sparks to come

out like flashes of lightning. And grasping each other in various ways

by means of their arms, and kicking each other with such violence as to

affect the innermost nerves, they struck at each other's breasts with

clenched fists. With bare arms as their only weapons roaring like

clouds they grasped and struck each other like two mad elephants

encountering each other with their trunks. Incensed at each other's

blow, they fought on dragging and pushing each other and fiercely

looking at each other like two wrathful lions. And each striking every

limb of the other with his own and using his arms also against the

other, and catching hold of each other's waist, they hurled each other

to a distance. Accomplished in wrestling, the two heroes clasping each

other with their arms and each dragging the other unto himself, began

to press each other with great violence. The heroes then performed

those grandest of all feats in wrestling called Prishtabhanga, which

consisted in throwing each other down with face towards the earth and

maintaining the one knocked down in that position as long as possible.

And employing his arms, each also performed the feats called

Sampurna-murchcha and Purna-kumbha. At times they twisted each other's

arms and other limbs as if these were vegetable fibres that were to be

twisted into chords. And with clenched fists they struck each other at

times, pretending to aim at particular limbs while the blows descended

upon other parts of the body. It was thus that those heroes fought with

each other. The citizens consisting of thousands, of Brahmanas,

Kshatriyas and Vaisyas and Sudras, and even women and the aged, O tiger

among men, came out and gathered there to behold the fight. And the

crowd became so great that it was one solid mass of humanity with no

space between body and body. The sound the wrestlers made by the

slapping of their arms, the seizing of each other's necks for bringing

each other down, and the grasping of each other's legs for dashing each

other to the ground, became so loud that it resembled the roar of

thunder or of falling cliffs. Both of them were foremost of mighty men,

and both took great delight in such encounter. Desirous of vanquishing

the other, each was on the alert for taking advantage of the slightest

lapse of the other. And, O monarch, the mighty Bhima and Jarasandha

fought terribly on in those lists, driving the crowd at times by the

motions of their hands like Vritra and Vasava of old. Thus two heroes,

dragging each other forward and pressing each other backward and with

sudden jerks throwing each other face downward and sideways, mangled

each other dreadfully. And at times they struck each other with their

knee-joints. And addressing each other loudly in stinging speeches,

they struck each other with clenched fists, the blows descending like a

mass of stone upon each other. With broad shoulders and long arms and

both well-skilled in wrestling encounters, they struck each other with

those long arms of theirs that were like maces of iron. That encounter

of the heroes commenced on the first (lunar) day of the month of Kartic

(October) and the illustrious heroes fought on without intermission and

food, day and night, till the thirteenth lunar day. It was on the night

of the fourteenth of the lunar fortnight that the monarch of Magadha

desisted from fatigue. And O king, Janardana beholding the monarch

tired, addressed Bhima of terrible deeds, and as if to stimulate him

said,--'O son of Kunti, a foe that is fatigued cannot be pressed for if

pressed at such a time he may even die. Therefore, O son of Kunti, this

king should not be oppressed by thee. On the other hand, O bull of the

Bharata race, fight with him with thy arms, putting forth as much

strength only as thy antagonist hath now left!' Then that slayer of

hostile heroes, the son of Pandu, thus addressed by Krishna, understood

the plight of Jarasandha and forthwith resolved upon taking his life.

And that foremost of all men endued with strength, that prince of the

Kuru race, desirous of vanquishing the hitherto unvanquished

Jarasandha, mustered all his strength and courage."

The Mahabharata of Krishna-Dwaipayana Vyasa Translated into English Prose Sabha Parva · 第 23 / 79 章