Vaishampayana said That lady having eyes like lotus petals, having bewailed much, and burning with grief, at last lost her senses and dropped down on the Earth.

Regaining consciousness and seeing Ulupi, the daughter of the Snake-Chief, queen Chitrangada gifted with celestial beauty, said to her these words :-See, O Ulupi, our ever victorious husband killed in battle, through you, by my son of tender years.

Do you know the practices of the respectable? Are you a wife devoted to you husband? It is through your deed, that your husband is land low, slain in battle.

If Dhananjaya has offended against you in every respect, do you forgive him! I solicit you, do you revive that hero.

O righteous lady, you know piety. You are, O blessed one, known (for your virtues) over the three worlds! How is it that having caused your husband to be killed by your son, you do not indulge in grief?

O daughter of the Snake-Chief, I do not grieve for my killed son! I grieve for only my husband who has received this hospitality form his son.

Having said these words to the queenly Ulupi the daughter of the Snake-King, the illustrious Chitrangada went to where her husband lay on the Earth and addressing him, said, Rise, O dear husband, you occupy the King (Yudhishthira)! Here is that horse of yours! It has been liberated by me.

Indeed, O powerful one, this sacrificial horse of king Yudhishthira the just, should be followed by you. Why then do you lie still on the Earth.

My life-breaths depend on you, O delighter of the Kurus. How is it that he who is the ver of other people's life-breaths, renounces his own life-breaths today?

See, O Ulupi, this beautiful form of your husband lying prostrate on the ground. How is it that you do not grieve, having cause him to be killed through your son whom you did excite with your words?

It is fit that this boy should yield to the power of death and lie thus on the ground besides his own father. Oh, let Vijaya, let him that is called Gudakesha, let this hero with reddish eyes return to life.

O blessed lady, polygamy is no fault with men. Women only commit sin by taking more than one husband. Do not, therefore, cherish such thoughts (of vengeance).

This relationship was ordained by the Supreme Creator himself. It is besides, an eternal and unchangeable one. Do you attend to that relationship. Let your union (with Dhananjaya) be made true.

If, having killed your husband through your son, you do not revive him today before my eyes, I shall then renounce my own lifebreaths.

Forsooth, O reverend lady, afflicted as I am with grief and deprived as I am of both husband and son, I shall sit here today in Praya-vow before your presence.

Having said so to the daughter of the Snake-Chief, who was a co-wife with her to Arjuna, the princess Chatravahini sat in Praya, O king, restraining speech.

Vaishampayana said Ceasing to lament, the cheerless queen, taking upon her lap the feet of her husband, sat there, sighing heavily and desiring also for the restoration of her son to life.

King Babhruvahana then, regaining consciousness, saw his mother seated in that guise on the field of battle. Addressing her he said, What can be more painful than the sight of my mother, who has been brought up in luxury, lying on the naked Earth beside her heroic husband stretched thereon.

Alas, this destroyer of all enemies, this foremost of all wielders of weapons, has been killed by me in battle. It is clear that men do die, till their hour comes.

Oh, the heart of this princess seems to be very hard since it does not break even on seeing her mighty-armed and broad-chested husband lying dead on the ground.

It is clear that one does not die till one's hour comes, since neither myself, nor my mother is deprived of life.

Alas, alas, the golden coat of mail of this foremost hero of Kuru's race, killed by me, his son, knowingly, is lying on the ground, cut off from his body.

Alas, you Brahmanas, see my heroic father lying prostrate on the Earth, on a hero's bed, killed by his son.

What benefit is done to this hero, killed by me in battle, by those Brahmanas who were commissioned to attend upon this foremost one of Kuru's race engaged in following the horse?

Let the Brahmanas direct what expiation should now be done by me, a cruel and sinful wretch, who has killed his own father in battle.

Having killed my own father, I should, suffering every sort of misery, wonder over the Earth, cruel that I am, covering myself with his skin.

Give me the two halves of my sire's head today, for there is no other expiation for me who have killed my own father.

See, O daughter of the foremost of Snakes, your husband killed by me. Indeed, by killing Arjuna in battle I have accomplished what is pleasant to you.

I shall today follow in the track by which my father has gone. O blessed one, I cannot comfort myself.

Be happy today, O mother, seeing myself and the wielder of Gandiva both, embrace death today. I swear to you by truth itself.

Having said these words, the king, sorely afflicted with grief, O monarch, touched water, and exclaimed in sorrow, Let all creatures, mobile and immobile, listen to me! Do you also listen to me, O mother! I say the truth, O best of all daughters of the snakes.

If this best of men, Jaya, my father does not rise up, I shall emaciate my own body, sitting on the field of battle.

Having killed my father, there is not rescue for me. Afflicted as I am with the sin of patricide, I shall, forsooth, have to sink in Hell.

By killing a heroic Kshatriya one becomes cleansed by a gift of a hundred kine. By killing my father, however, so dreadful has been my sin that my rescue is impossible.

This Dhanajaya, the son of Pandu, was the one hero gifted with mighty energy. Possessed of righteous soul, he was the creator of my being. How can I be rescued after having killed him?

Having bewailed thus, the great son of Dhananjaya, king Babhruvahana, touched water and became silent, vowing to starve himself to death.

Vaishampayana said When the king of Manipura, that chastiser of enemies, afflicted with grief, along with his mother, sat down to starve himself to death, Ulupi then thought of the gem that has the virtue of reviving a dead man. The gem, the great refuge of the Snakes, thus thought of, arrived there.

The daughter of the Prince of Snakes, taking it up, uttered these words which highly gladdened the combatants standing on the field.

Rise up, O son! Do not grieve! Jishnu has not been vanquished by you! This hero is incapable of being defeated by men as also by the celestials headed by Vasva himself.

I have exhibited this illusion, deceiving your senses, for the benefit of this foremost of men, viz., your illustrious father.

O you of Kuru's race, desirous of ascertaining the prowess of yourself, his son, this destroyer of hostile heroes, O king, came here for fighting with you.

It was, therefore, O son, that you were urged by me to fight. O powerful king, O son, do not suspect that you have committed any, even the least, fault, by his challenge.

He is a Rishi, of powerful soul, eternal and indestructible. O dear son, Shakra himself is incapable of defeating him in battle.

This celestial gem has been brought by me, O king. It always revives the snakes as often as they die.

O powerful king, do you place this gem on the breast of your father. You shall then see the son of Pandu revive.

Thus addressed, the prince who had committed no sin, moved by love for his father, then placed that gem on the breast of Pritha's son of incomparable energy.

After the gem had been placed on his breast, the heroic and powerful Jishnu become revived. Opening his red eyes, he rose up like one who had slept long.

Seeing his father, the great hero of in exhaustible energy, restored to consciousness and quite at his case, Babhruvahana adored him with respect.

When that foremost of men, O powerful one, awake from the slumber of death with every auspicious sign of life the chastiser of Paka rained down celestial flowers.

Kettle-drums struck by nobody, produced their music deep as the muttering of the clouds. A loud uproar was heard in the sky consisting of the words-Excellent, Excellent.

The mighty-armed Dhananjaya, rising up and well-comforted, embraced Babhruvahana and smelled his head.

He saw sitting at a distance from his son, this latter's mother stricken with grief, in the company of Ulupi. Dhanajaya asked, Why is it that every thing in the field of battle seems to bear the marks of grief, wonder and joy? If O destroyer of enemies, you know the cause, do you then tell me.

Why has your mother come to the field of battle? Why, also has Ulupi the daughter of the Prince of Snakes, come here?

I know that you had fought this battle with me at my own command. I wish to know what the cause is which has brought out the ladies.

Thus questioned by Dhananjaya the intelligent king of Manipura gratified him by bending his head in respect, and then said, Let Ulupi be asked.