SECTION CXXVII

(Sambhava Parva continued)

"Vaisampayana continued, 'Dhritarashtra then said, "O Vidura, celebrate

the funeral ceremonies of that lion among kings viz., Pandu, and of Madri

also, in right royal style. For the good of their souls, distribute cattle,

cloths, gems and diverse kinds of wealth, every one receiving as much as

he asketh for. Make arrangements also for Kunti's performing the last

rites of Madri in such a style as pleaseth her. And let Madri's body be so

carefully wrapped up that neither the Sun nor Vayu (god of wind) may

behold it. Lament not for the sinless Pandu. He was a worthy king and hath

left behind him five heroic sons equal unto the celestials themselves."'

"Vaisampayana continued, 'Then Vidura, O Bharata, saying, "So be it," in

consultation with Bhishma, fixed upon a sacred spot for the funeral rites

of Pandu. The family priests went out of the city without loss of time,

carrying with them the blazing sacred fire fed with clarified butter and

rendered fragrant therewith. Then friends, relatives, and adherents,

wrapping it up in cloth, decked the body of the monarch with the flowers

of the season and sprinkled various excellent perfumes over it. And they

also decked the hearse itself with garlands and rich hangings. Then

placing the covered body of the king with that of his queen on that

excellent bier decked out so brightly, they caused it to be carried on

human shoulders. With the white umbrella (of state) held over the hearse

with waving yak-tails and sounds of various musical instruments, the whole

scene looked bright and grand. Hundreds of people began to distribute gems

among the crowd on the occasion of the funeral rites of the king. At

length some beautiful robes, and white umbrellas and larger yak-tails,

were brought for the great ceremony. The priests clad in white walked in

the van of the procession pouring libations of clarified butter on the

sacred fire blazing in an ornamental vessel. And Brahmanas, and Kshatriyas,

and Vaisyas, and Sudras by thousands followed the deceased king, loudly

wailing in these accents, "O prince, where dost thou go, leaving us behind,

and making us forlorn and wretched for ever?" And Bhishma, and Vidura, and

the Pandavas, also all wept aloud. At last they came to a romantic wood on

the banks of the Ganga. There they laid down the hearse on which the

truthful and lion-hearted prince and his spouse lay. Then they brought

water in many golden vessels, washed the prince's body besmeared before

with several kinds of fragrant paste, and again smeared it over with

sandal paste. They then dressed it in a white dress made of indigenous

fabrics. And with the new suit on, the king seemed as if he was living and

only sleeping on a costly bed.

"'When the other funeral ceremonies also were finished in consonance with

the directions of the priests, the Kauravas set fire to the dead bodies of

the king and the queen, bringing lotuses, sandal-paste, and other fragrant

substances to the pyre.

"'Then seeing the bodies aflame, Kausalya burst out, "O my son, my son!"--

and fell down senseless on the ground. And seeing her down the citizens

and the inhabitants of the provinces began to wail from grief and

affection for their king. And the birds of the air and the beasts of the

field were touched by the lamentations of Kunti. And Bhishma, the son of

Santanu, and the wise Vidura, and the others also that were there, became

disconsolate.

"'Thus weeping, Bhishma, Vidura, Dhritarashtra, the Pandavas and the Kuru

ladies, all performed the watery ceremony of the king. And when all this

was over, the people, themselves filled with sorrow, began to console the

bereaved sons of Pandu. And the Pandavas with their friends began to sleep

on the ground. Seeing this the Brahmanas and the other citizens also

renounced their beds. Young and old, all the citizens grieved on account

of the sons of king Pandu, and passed twelve days in mourning with the

weeping Pandavas.'"

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