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- Book four Dude the Federal Dyes. Dirudhan came back from the imperial sacrifice, feeled duty jealousy against Itti Histir, and devised plants to effect his fall. Sakuni, Prince of Gandhar, shared Deludan's hatred towards the sons of Pandu and helped him in his dark scheme. It is here which all his piety and righteousness had one weakness, the love of gambling, which was one of the visiting scenes of the monarchs of the day. Sakuni was an expert at false dyes, and the challenged Toistir and iti ist here held it a point of honor not to decline such a challenge. He came from his new capital in Repressed to Hastinapur, the capital of Do Rudhan, with his mother and brothers and robody, and as it is still lost, came after game. He was stung with his losses, and with the recklessness of a gambler, still went on with the feral game. His wealth unholded gold and jewels, his teeds, elephants and cars, his slaves male and female, his empire positions were all staked and lost. The madness increased, and it is there stacked his brothers, and then himself, and then the fair droperty had lost. And thus the Emperor of Interpress and his family were deprived of every position on art and became the bond slaves of Durudhan. The old King Detastri released them from actual slavery, but the five brothers retired to forests as homeless exiles. Portions of section sixty five and the whole of section sixty nine, seventy six and seventy seven of Book two of the original text have been translated in this book. One drop they in the council hall glassed on Ganga's limpid waders, brightly shine Hastina's walls. Queen Dropoty duly honored leaves within the palace halls, but as steals a lowly jackal in a lordly lion's den based the youth ensemble Menial came to proud Dropody Scan pardon Empress to Dominio royl Pandu's rteas son lost his game and lost his reason. Empress, Thou arts tact and won. Prince Deludan claims the lady and the victor beats me, say thou shalt serve him as his vessel as his slave in Palacete, Have I heard demenial rightly questioned she in anguish keen thought a crowned king and husband stake his wife and Losey's queen deadminable lord and monarch, sense and reason lose at dice other stake. He did not wizer wedded wife to sacrifice others takes her duly wizard. So he spake with bitter groan, wealth and empire, every object which it is dere called his own, lost himself and all his brothers, bonns Menardo's princess brave. Then he stacked his wife and empress thou Art, Prince Judan's slave rose the queen in queenly anger and the woman's pride. She spake high demenial to thy master. Queen Jopati's answer, take if my lord himself a bondsman, then had stacked his queen and wife, false mistake, For olds a bondsman. Neither wealth nor other's live slave can wes her wife nor children, And such action is undone. Take my wote to Prince Deluthan. Queen Jopeddy is on one wrathful, was the proud Douruthan, when he heard the answer bold to his younger. While Dusassan this his angry mandate told, little minded is the menial, and his heart in terror fails for the fear of wrathful bem lo his coward bosom quails Tau Dsassan bid the princess as our humble slavey appear Thunder's sons are humble bondsmen, and thy heart it wants no fear, fears the Sassan hard domandate bloodshot was his flaming eye, fought it to the inner chambers. Did with eager footsteps high proudly said the fair Dropody Monarch's daughter, Monarch's wife. Unto her that pays the Sassen speak the message in sultrive loada said panchaal princess fairly sticked and one that came, come and meet thy lord to do them chase that mantling blush of shame serves as the lords and masters be our beauteous, bright eyed slave. Come unto the council chamber, wait upon the young and brave proud Dropoty shakes with tremor at Du Sassan's hateful sight, and she shades her eye and hoehead, and her bloodless cheeks are white at his words, her chaste hot sickens, and which wild averted eye aunte rooms where dwelt o women, Queen dropody seeks to fly vainly spent the trembling princess in her fear and in her shame, by her streaming wavy tresses, fears the Sassen held to day sacred looks with holy water dew that rasas we arrived, and by mantra consecrated fragrant, flowing and bride based the Sassan, by those dresses held a faint and flying queen feared no more the sons of Pandu, nor their vengeance. Fierce and keen dragged her in her sleeping garments by her long and trailing hair, and like sapling tempest shaken, wept and shook the trembling fair stooping in her shame and anguish, pale with rath and woman's fear, trembling and in stifled accents. Thus he spake, with streaming tear, lame me shamely sprints to Sassan. Elder's noble lords are here. Canny, modest, weathered woman does in loose attire, appear win the words and soft entreaty which the weeping princess made vainly to the gods and models. She in bitter, anguished, prayed, ford gruel words of insult. Still the Sasan mocked her war loosely clad her void of clothing to the council hall, you go, slave wands fairly sticked and conquered, Wait upon thy masters, brave live among our household manials, serve us as our willing slave. Two drop of his plaint, lose, attired with trailing tresses, came drop at the weak and faint stood in the council chamber, tearful made her piteous plaint. Elders forced in holy Suestra and in every holy rite, pardon if dropody comeths in this sad unseemly plight, stayed I seinful deed to sassen, nameless wrongs and insult. Spare touch me, not to it hands uncleanly sacred is omen's hair, Honored Elders, righteous nobles have on me protection given tremble Siner, seek no mercy from the wrathful gods in heaven. Here in glory, son of the herm seats, my noble righteous lord, sin nor shame, nor human frailty, stay in seed his dear steed or word silent all, and will no chieftain rise to save a woman's life, not a hand or voices lifted to defend a virtuous wife lost his Kuru's righteous glory, lost his verat ancient name, lost this coutry as kingly proise wari like what and knightly fame. Wherefore else to Kuruerrir Staeley view this empires seem Wherefore gleam not righteous weapons to protect an outraged queen fish? Had he lost his virtue drown, had he lost his mind? Had some owner call the curu ceased to battle for the right? Wherefore are you mutant, voiceless counselors of mighty fame? Vacant eye and pauldy ritrum watched this deed of Koru's shame, tree, insult and vow of revenge, spake dropody, slender western, and her words were starn and high anger flamed it in her bosom, and the tear was in her eye, And as sparkling speaking glouances fell on Pando's sons like fire steered in them. A mighty passion and the thirst for vengeance dire lost their empire, wealth and fortune. The tile rect day thought of all, but dropped his bleeding glances like a poniard, smote them all darkly frowned, ancient wish rathful drone beat his tongue failed, the door marked with tanger insults on drop ody flung fulsome ward nor foul dishonor could their truthful utterance stain and the course to Sassan's action When the herd dropped his plained but brave curn to a warrior, Arjun's deadly foe was he against the humble sons of Pandu spake his corn thus bitterly. It is no fault of dying fair princess fallen to this oarvile state. Wife and son rule not their actions, others rule their hapless faith Thai. It is Tirs sold his bart, ride sold thee at the empire's play, and the wife falls with the husband and her duty to obey. Leave Thou in this crew household, do the Kuru Prince's will serve them as thy lords and masters with thy beauty? Please them? Still, fair one seek another husband who in foolish, reckless game. Will not take a loving omen, will not cast her fort in shame, for thy censure not a woman when she is a menial slave. If our Roman's fancy renders to the young and to the brave, For the lord is not thy husband as a slave, he had no wife, Thou art free with truer lover to enjoy a wedded life. They whom at the somber choosier fair Ponzal's bride. They have lost thee with dropathy, lost their empire and their pride. Viim heart and quick and fiercely heaved his bosom in his shame, and his red glance fell uncurned like a tongue of wooderinghame. Bound by Elder's slighted promise, Vim could not smite in ire looked a painted form of anger, flaming with an anguished dire king. An elder uttered Weim and his words were few and brave, vain were red and righteous passion in the soult and bound and slave would that son of chariot driver fling on ustis insult keel hadst thou noble king and elder stack nor freedom nor our queen said it is dear herd in anguish band in shame his lowly head. Proud Duruthan laughed in triumph, and in scornful axence said, speak, it is dere for thy brothers own their elder's righteous way. Speak for truth in the abided. For you ever marks thy way, hadst thou lost thy new built empire, and thy brother's proud and brave hast Thou lost thy fair droperty, his thy wedded wife, our slave lip Norray did move with his chair hateful truthoud not deny karn loved but saintly wishman wiped his old and manly eye. Madness seized the proud Duruthan, and, inflamed by passian bays, sought the prince to stained droperty with a deep and foul disgrace on the proud and peerless woman. Cast his loving, lustful eye, sought to hold the high born princess as his slave upon his knee. Him panned his rat no longer lightning like his glance, he flung, and the ancient hall of Curus with his thunder accents rung. May I never reach those mansions where my fathers leave on high. May I never meet ancestors in the bride and sky if dead knee by which thou sinnests Viam breaks not in his ire in the battle's trade Arenaut his weapon, that ful dire red fire flamed on Weam's forehead, sparkled from his angry eye, as from tough and knarled branches foster crackling red sparks fly four Cheterostra's kindness hark Within the sacred chamber, where the priest is in white attire with libationans morn and evening feed the sacrifice all fire and over sacred rites of Homer Rahman's gan der Mantra high there is hurt, the jackal's wailing and the raven's ominous cry. Wise widore knew that Ormond and the Queen Gandhari knew. Fishmmuttered Swasti swasi at disportant strange and new drone, and Preceptor Creeper uttered too, that holy world spake her fears. The Queen Gandharry to her spouse and Royal Lord Triterterastra heard untrembled with a sudden holy fear, and his feeble accents quavered, and his eyes were deemed by tear Son to Judhin ever luckless, godless, graceless, witless child. Hast thou Drupet's virtuous daughter, thus insulted and reviled. Hast thou quoted death and danger for destruction, clouds our pad may and old man's soft entreaties still avert this sign of red, slow and gently to drop the was the sightless monarchlad and in kind and gentle accents unto her, the old man said, noblest Empress, dearest daughter, good it is, dear stainless wife, purest of the cruel ladies, nearest to my heart and life. Pardon wrong and cruel insult, and ever the rats of heaven voice, I wish and ask for blessing. Be my son's misdeed forgiven, answered him, the fair dropody, monarch of the Curu's life. For thy grace and for their mercy, every joy on art be thye, since thou bidst me name my wishes this the boon, I ask of thee, that my gracious lord, it is there once again be bondage free. I have borne a child unto him, noble boy and fair and brave be he prince of royal station, not the son of bond and slave. Let not lie down. Thinking children point to him in utter's corn, call him slave, and thou suputre of a slave and bondsmen born virtuous daughter have dioshes does dan sent monarch cried, name a second boon and blessing, and it shall be gratified. Grant me then, no, grazious, father, mighty, weem urgin brave, and the youngest twin born brothers, none of them may be a slave. With there are and uit your chariots. Let the noble princess part freemel, Let them range the country, strong of hand and stout of heart. Be it so high, This tine princess ansien tritorostra, cried nay manerer bone and blessing, and it shall be gratified. Foremost of my queenly daughters dearest cherished, and the best meeting. Thus thy gentle Lucius, now I feel my house is blessed. Not so answered him the princess. Other boon I may not sink. Thou art bounteous and droperty should be modest, wise and meek. Twice I asked, and twice you granted, and Ekshatriya asks no more. Unto Brahman's it is given asking favors evermore. Now my lord and warlike brothers from their hateful bondage freed seek their fortune by their prowess and by brave and virtuous deed. Five the banishment. Now it is here, raft of empire, far from kinsmen, heart and home with his wife and faithful brothers. Master's houseless exciles Rome, parting blessings speak. It is here, Elder of the Kuru Lion, noble Grandshire, stainless fishmen, made thy glorious ever shine, drone prist and great Preceptor, saintly creep are true and brave Chorus Monarch Treterastra, made the God's thy empire, save good, widore, true and faithful, made I virtue served thee well. Warlike suns up Teterastra, let me bid you all farewell. So he speck unto his kinsmen, wishing good for evil done, and in silent shame they listened, parting words they uttered none painted heart was good widore, and he asked in sore distress, Audioplith, whilst you wander in the past at less wilderness. Royal born, unused to hardship, weak and long, unused to roam, as it is thy saintly mother, Let fair pritha stay at home, and by all beloved respected in my house, shall pret a duell till your ears of exile over, Ye shall greet her safe and well answered him, the sons of PANDU be it even as you say unto us, thou art a father, Wi thy sacred will obey. Give us then thy holy blessings, Friend and father. Ere we part, Blessings from the true and righteous, praised of people. Fainting heart speak the door, pious hearted, best of forrats ancient race. Let me bless thee and thy brothers, souls of truth and righteous grace. Fortune brings no will to mortals who may win by wicked, while sorrow brings no shame to mortals who are free from sin and guile. Taua trained the laws of duty. Urgin is unmatched in war, and on weim in the battle, kindly shines his faithful star and the twin's axel in wisdom. Borne to rule a mighty state, fair droperdy ever faithful wins the smiles of fickle faith. Each with varied gifts, send out each beloved of one and all. Ye shall wein a spacious empire, great or might. Here after fall tis your exile. Good. It is here he is ordained to serve your real He's a trial and samadi for its chestence, but to heal. Mayro taught three righteous maxims, where Himalay soars above and in Baranovat's forest. Vias taught thee holy love from Apriach the laws of duty far on rigus lofty heel. Shambo showed the way where thought Trisadvat his limpid reel fell from whips of Saint Asita, words of wisdom, deep and grave regotut to it fire thy bosom by the dark Kalmasis wave. Now once more the teaching comet pure or brightier Oftener taught learn the truth from heavenly nared. Happy is thy mortal lot greater than the son of Illah than the kings of Art in might, holier than the holy rishes be thou in thy virtue. Bride Indra helped thee in thy battles, proud subduer of mankind, Yama in the mightier duty, in the conquest of thy mind. Good Kovera teach THEE kindness, hungry and the poor to feed. King Bernua quelled thy passions, free thy heart from seen and greed, like the moon, in holy lsure, like the art, in passions, deep, like the sun, be full of radiance, strong, like Queen's restless sweep in thy sorrow, in affliction, ever deeper lessons learn, riteous, be your life in exile, happy, be your safe return. May his eyes again behold thee in Hastina's ancient town, conqueror of earthly trials, crown to virtuous, heavenly crown. Speak be door to the brothers, and I felt there might increase bout to him in salutation. Feel to the deeper, holier peace both to wish man, to drone, and to chiefs and elders. All exiles to the pathless jungle left their father's ancient hall. Six Pretthau's lament. In the inner palace chambers, where the royal ladies dwell, onto Pritha came, Dropody came to speak herself, farewell, Monarch's daughter, Monarch's consort, as in exiles, he must go. Pritta wept, and in the chambers rose the wailing voice of war. Heaving softs convolsed her bosom as a silent prayer. She prayed, and in acceence choked by anguish. Thus her parting words, she said, grieve not child, if bitter fortune saw dens that we must part. Virtue had her consolations for the true and loving heart, And I need not tell thee daughter duties of a faithful wife, rupert's and thy husband's mansions. Thou hast brightened by thy life, nobly from the seeing chorus, thou hast taunt thy righteous read safely with a mother's blessing, dread the trackless jungle path dangers. Bring no war or sorrow to the true and faithful wife. Sinless deed and holy conduct ever gird her charmed life. Norse thy lord w woman's kindness, and his brother sweary ago young in years in sa'dib gentle and unused to bore thy fond blessings. Help me mother, So the fair dropady said, safe in righteous, trute and virtue forest paths, we fairly stread, wet her eyes and loose her tresses. Fair Dropody bowed and left and sent Prita weeping followed of all arthly joy bereft as she went. Her duteous children, now before their mother came, clad in garments of the deer skin, and their heads were bent in shame. Sorrow welling in her bosom choked her voice and filled her eye till in broken, stifled accents faintly, Thus did preet her cry, ever true to pat of duty, noble children, void of stain, true to God's two mortals, faithful. Why this unmerited pain, wherefore had untimely sorrow like a darksome cloud above, cast its pale and doubtful shadow on the children of my love. Ooo to me your wretched mother, Woo to her who gave you birth stainless sons. For since of Britha have you suffered? On this art shall arrange the pathless forest, dreary day and darksome night, reft of all save native virtue, clad in native in born might. Woo to me from rocky mountains where I dwelt by Pandu's side when I lost him to Hastina. Wherefore came I in my pride. Happy is your sainted father, dwells in regions of the sky, sees nor fields, these earthly sorrows gathering on a stick and high, Happy too, is faithful. Madri Force trod the virtuous way followed Pandu to the bright sky and is now his joy and stay ye Alona left to pritha dear unto her joyless heart, mother's hope and widow's treasure, And ye may not shall not part leave me not alone on wide art, loving sons, your virtues prove, dear drop, but the loving daughter. Let the mother's dear drops move. Grunt me Marcy kind creator, and my days in marcy clothes, and my sorrow's kind be data end my life with all my oars. Help me, pious hearted Christian friend of friendless, wipe my pain. All who suffer, pray unto thee, and the never pray in vain, help me wish warlike drone creeper, ever good and wise, Ye are friends of truth and virtue. Right, yes, trut yea ever prize. Help me from thy starry Manson's husband. Wherefore dost thou wait, singst thou not die, god Like children exiled by a bitter fate, part not leave me not my children see k not the trackless way. Stay but one if one child only as your mother's hope, and stay youngest gentlest saadib dearest to these with old heart, wilt thou watch beside thy mother, while thy cruel brothers part, whispering words of consolation. Prito's children wiped her eye. Then onto the pathless jungle, torned their steps with Peter's sigh. Koru daimes with fainting Pritha to Widu's palace. High Choru queens for wheping Pritha raised their voice in answering cry, Koru, maid's forefair dropody, fortune's feeful will upbraid, and their tear yued lotus faces with their streaming fingers, said Cheterostra. An sient monarch is by said misgivings, pained question soft with enxious bosom. What the cruel fates ordained? End of Book four