"Cease, Bhima," cried Dharmaraja. "You have paid off the
debt. Duryodhana is a prince and a cousin. It is not right to put your foot on his
head." Said Krishna:"Soon the wicked man's soul will depart from the body. Sons
of Pandu, Duryodhana and his friends have been slain. Why linger here? On to your
When Krishna said this, the face of the fallen Duryodhana glowed like a
blazing fire with anger and hatred. Turning his eyes towards Krishna be said:
"By base tricks you contrived the death of warriors, who fought
bravely according to the laws of war. You could not have dreamt of victory in fair fight
with Karna or Bhishma or Drona. Have you not a spark of shame left?"
Even dying, Duryodhana felt no regret for all that he had done.
"Duryodhana," said Krishna, "vainly do you accuse
others. Greed and pride of power led you to unnumbered wicked deeds and you are reaping as
"Wretch!" replied Duryodhana. "Living, I was a great
prince, generous friend, and a terrible foe. All human joys, such joys as kings wish for
in vain, and even Gods do not despise, have been mine, in their fullness, and warrior's
death is the fitting crown of such a life.