Shree Shookdeo Jee said,--O great king! when Sounuk and all the
saints and sages having received Bulram Jee’s order; and, being highly
delighted, began to perform sacrifice, a demon, named Jalub, the son
of Lub, came; and, having collected masses of clouds, thundering and
sending forth a very terrible and black storm, began to rain down from
the sky blood and excrement, and urine and commit many acts of
violence.
O great king! when Buldeo Jee beheld this tyranny on the part of the
demon, he summoned his plough and wooden pestle; they came, and were
ready; then Buldeo in great wrath, having laid hold of Jalub with his
plough, struck him a blow on the head with his wooden pestle with such
force that his head was split, and his soul escaped; there was a
stream of blood on the spot; his eyes came out of their sockets, and
his hair was dyed with blood. The sages, being very much pleased at
the death of Jalub, performed adoration to Buldeo Jee, and glorifying
him greatly, offered presents. Bulram, the abode of happiness, after
this departed thence, and proceeded on his pilgrimage.
O great king! having visited all holy places of pilgrimage, and made a
circuit of the earth, he arrived at the country about Delhi, where
Doorjodhun and Bheemsen were carrying on a great war; and Shree
Krishnù Chund and great Rajas, together with the descendants of
Pandoo, were standing looking on. On Bulram Jee’s arrival, the two
heroes, Doorjodhun and Bheemsen, made him a salutation; the one
regarding him as his spiritual preceptor, the other as his brother.
When, O great king! Buldeo Jee saw them fighting, he said, “Both of
you are powerful, brave warriors; O resolute heroes! refrain now from
war, preserve the progeny of Kooroo and Pandoo; brothers, friends,
have all been exterminated.” Both said, when they heard this, bowing
their heads, “We cannot now give up fighting.” Then Doorjodhun said,
“O divine preceptor! I will not speak falsely in your presence; be
pleased to listen with careful attention to what I am about to say.
This great war, which is now being carried on, in which people have
been killed, and will be killed, is carried on by the advice of your
brother, Shree Krishnù Chund Jee. These poor helpless creatures, who
are now fighting, are as much under the power of Huri, as a wooden
puppet is in the power of a juggler, who can make it move in any
direction he pleases. It was not right in him to assist the Panduvùs,
and act with such enmity towards us; he has caused the shoulder of
Doosasun to be torn from its socket by Bheem, and has caused me to be
wounded in the thigh by a club. What more need I now say to you?
Whatever Huri may wish will now be done, this every one knows.” When
Doorjodhun had thus spoken, Bulram Jee approached Shree Krishnù
Chund, having first said to Doorjodhun, “You, of course, have not
practised any stratagem or treachery to cause violence?” And he said
to his brother, “What have you done in causing this war to be waged,
and Doosasun’s shoulder to be torn from its socket, and Doorjodhun’s
thigh to be wounded? This is not a custom of fair fighting, that a
powerful man should pluck out another’s shoulder from the socket, or
direct weapons, and aim below the loins. It is a fair fight when one
challenges the other, and fights opposite him.” Shree Krishnù Chund
replied, “O brother! you do not know the circumstances; these
Kouruvùs are very unjust and tyrannical, their tyranny is beyond
description, they first, at the suggestion of Doosasun, Shugoon and
Bhugdunt, cheated at play, and won every thing belonging to Raja
Joodisthur. Doosasun laid hold of Dropudee by the hand, and for that
reason Bheemsen pulled his arm out of the socket. Dhoorjodhun, in the
midst of the court, told Dropudee to sit upon his thigh; and for this
reason his thigh was wounded.” Shree Krishnù Chund proceeded to say,
“Brother! you do not know what injustice the Kouruvùs have shown
towards the Panduvùs, and I cannot describe it; the fire of this war
will not, therefore, be now extinguished, do not attempt any remedy.”
When Krishnù, O great king! had thus spoken, Bulram Jee came from the
country in the neighbourhood of Delhi to the city of Dwarka; and,
having an interview with Rajas Oogursen and Soorsen, began to say to
them with joined hands, “O great kings! through your excellence and
glory I have made a pilgrimage to all holy places; but I have been
guilty of a fault.” Raja Oogursen said, “What fault?” Bulram Jee
replied, “O great king! having gone to Neemkhar, I killed Soot Jee,
the sin of whose murder attaches to me, with your permission I will
now go again to Neemkhar; and, having seen the sacrifice, and bathed
at the holy place, will obliterate the sin of the murder; after that I
will give food to brahmins and give an entertainment to all persons of
my own caste, in order that I may obtain renown in the world.” Raja
Oogursen consented, and told him to proceed on his journey, and return
to him.
O great king! having obtained the Raja’s leave, Bulram Jee,
accompanied by several of the descendants of Judoo, went to Neemkhar;
and having bathed and offered gifts, was purified, and returned.
Afterwards, having sent for his family priest, and caused burnt
offerings to be offered up to the gods, he fed and entertained
brahmins, and his own caste; and, having observed all the customs
usual in the world, was made clean.
Having recited thus much of the history, Shree Shookdeo Jee said, O
great king! whoever shall hear this history with attention; all his
sins shall be annihilated.