The Prem sagurCaturbhujamisra, active 17th century
Religion
The Prem sagur
Caturbhujamisra, active 17th century
Krishna (Hindu deity)
O great king! having thus said, Buldeo Jee in great wrath laid hold of
all the Kouruvùs and their city with his plough, and took them to a
bank of the Ganges, and was on the point of drowning them, when all
the Kouruvùs came in the greatest alarm and consternation, with
joined hands, bowing their heads, and beseeching earnestly, began to
say, in a submissive tone, “O great king! forgive our fault; we have
come to you for protection, save us now, and we will do whatever you
may order, and will be always obedient to the commands of Raja
Oogursen.”
When, O great king! they had thus spoken, the wrath of Bulram Jee was
appeased, and he allowed the city to remain on the site, to which,
with his plough, he had drawn it, on the banks of the Ganges. From
that day Hustinapoor has been on the banks of the Ganges, formerly it
was not there; he afterwards released Sumboo, and Raja Doorjodhun,
having propitiated his uncle and nephews, and taken them to his house,
prepared a festive entertainment, and gave his daughter in marriage to
Sumboo according to the prescribed injunctions of the Vedas; and
presented her with a very handsome dowry.
Having recited thus much of the history, Shree Shookdeo Jee said,--O
great king; thus did Bulram Jee go to Hustinapoor, lower the pride of
the Kouruvùs, release his nephew and bring him home after his
marriage. At that time there was joy in all the city of Dwarka; and
Buldeo Jee went and explained to the Raja Oogursen all the
circumstances connected with Hustinapoor.
CHAPTER LXX.
Shree Shookdeo Jee said,--O great king! it occurred once to Narud
Jee to go and see how Shree Krishnù Chund carried on his domestic
affairs with sixteen thousand one hundred and eight wives, with this
thought in his mind, he came to Dwarka, and beheld outside the city
high, lofty trees, flourishing, loaded with fruits and flowers, waving
in the orchards, on which, pigeons, parrots, peacocks and other birds
were sitting, and pouring forth pleasing notes; lotuses were blooming
in elegant tanks, on which swarms of bees buzzed; on the banks geese,
cranes and other birds were sporting about; in the flower gardens, the
gardeners sang sweet strains, and throwing water high and low,
saturated the different beds with it; in some places wheels and
leather buckets were brought into play, and on the quays there were
crowds of women carrying water on their heads: the beauty of whom
cannot be described; to be appreciated, it must have been seen.
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