CHAPTER CCLIV. SHAMVARA’S DEATH.

Vaishampāyana said:—Thereupon filled with anger Shamvara took up his

club. O descendant of Bharata, when Shamvara took up his club there rose

twelve suns, the mountains trembled and the earth shook. The water of

the ocean flowed upwards, the gods were agitated, the sky was filled

with vultures, fire brands fell, dreadful wind blew and Indra sent down

showers of blood. Beholding all those evil omens the heroic Pradyumna

soon got down from his car. And folding his hands he recollected the

beloved consort of Shankara, Pārvati, and bending his head began to

chant her glories (1-5).

Pradyumna said:—"Salutation unto Kātyāyani, the mother of Kārtikeya.

Salutation again unto Kātyāyani the mother of the three worlds.

Salutation unto the goddess who hath destroyed our enemies. Salutation

unto Gouri the consort of Girisha. Salutation unto the goddess who has

killed Sumbha and pierced the heart of Nisumbha. Salutation unto

Kālarātri and Kumari. I bow with folded hands unto the goddess who lives

in a mountainous forest. I bow unto the great goddess who lives on the

mount Vindhya, who destroys the forts, who is Durgā, who is fond of

battle and who is Jayā and Vijayā. I bow unto the goddess who is

unconquerable, who afflicts her enemies, who has a bell in her hand and

is adorned with a garland of bells. I bow unto the goddess, who has the

figure of a lion on her banner, who holds a trident, who has slain the

buffalo-faced demon and rides a lion. I bow with folded hands unto the

goddess who is one and without any parts, who is the sacred Gāyatri that

is recited at a sacrifice and Savitri of the Brāhmanas. O goddess, do

thou always protect me in battle and crown me with success." Thus

eulogised by Kāma the goddess was pleased (6-13).

Pleased at heart the goddess said to him:—"O you of large arms, O you

the enhancer of Rukshmini’s joy, behold me. O son, seeing me does not go

fruitless. Pray for a boon therefore." Hearing the words of the goddess

his hairs stood erect and his mind was filled, with joy. Saluting the

goddess he communicated his object:—"O goddess, while thou hast been

propitiated do thou confer on one what I desire. O giver of honor, may I

vanquish all my enemies. O goddess, may the club, produced from thy own

person which thou hast given to Shamvara, become a garland of lotuses as

soon as it touches my body." Hearing it and saying "So be it" the

goddess disappeared (14–18). And the highly powerful Pradyumna too, with

great delight, ascended the car.

Thereupon taking up his club and whirling it the powerful Shamvara threw

it on Pradyumna’s breast. As soon as it approached him, it became a

garland of lotuses around Pradyumna’s neck. And he looked like the moon

encircled by stars (19–21). Beholding the club converted into a garland

of lotuses the gods, Gandharvas, Siddhas, and the great Rishis spoke

highly of Pradyumna in his presence. Thereupon bending his bow and

setting to it the Vaishnava arrow which Nārada had brought, Keshava’s

son said:—"O arrow, if I am the son of Rukshmini begotten by Keshava do

thou, on the strength of this truth, kill Shamvara in the battle-field."

Saying this the noble-minded Pradyumna, as if to consume the three

worlds, drew his bow and shot the arrow at Shamvara. Thereupon that

arrow, discharged by that Vrishni chief, piercing Shamvara’s breast,

entered into the earth. By the energy of that Vaishnava arrow all his

flesh, bones, nerves, skull and blood were reduced to ashes.

In this way the huge-bodied, sinful Dānava Shamvara being slain the gods

and Gandharvas were filled with joy. Urvasi, Menakā, Rambhā,

Viprachitti, Tilottamā, and other Apsarās and the entire animate and

inanimate creation danced. Praising Pradyumna the king of gods, with the

celestials, pleased, began to shower flowers on him. The king of Daityas

being slain in battle by Madana the son of the slayer of Madhu, the gods

were freed from the fear of their enemy, and eulogising Pradyumna they

set out for the celestial region. As a lover goes to his love so

Rukshmini’s son, fatigued with fighting, went with hasty steps into the

city and met his consort (22-32).

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