Hath Yudhi-sthira vanquished self, to melt
With one pure passion at the door of bliss ?
Stay'st thou for this, who did not stay for them, —
Draupadi, Bhima ? "

But the King yet spake :
" 'T is known that none can hurt or help the dead.
They, the delightful ones, who sank and died.
Following my footsteps, could not live again
Though I had turned — therefore I did not turn ;
But could help profit, I had stayed to help.
There be four sins, Sakra, grievous sins :
The first is making suppliants despair,
The second is to slay a nursing wife.
The third is spoiling Brahmans' goods by force,
The fourth is injuring an ancient friend.
These four I deem not direr than the crime.
If one, in coming forth from woe to weal,
Abandon any meanest comrade then."

Straight as he spake, brightly great Indra smiled ;
Vanished the hound, and in its stead stood there
The Lord of Death and Justice, Dharma's self I
Sweet were the words which fell from those dread lips,
Precious the lovely praise : " O thou true King,
Thou that dost bring to harvest the good seed
Of Pandu's righteousness ; thou that hast ruth
As he before, on all which lives ! — Son !



Hear thou my word I Because thou didst not mount

This car divine, lest the poor hound be shent

Who looked to thee, lo I there is none in heaven

Shall sit above thee, King I Bharata's son I

Enter thou now to the eternal joys.
Living and in thy form. Justice and Love

Welcome thee, Monarch I thou shalt throne with us I "

Arnold : Indian Idylls.
THE ILIAD.
