|Dying, I go
triumphantly to swarga to join my friends and my brothers who have gone there already and
are waiting to welcome me.
You remain here below,
your objects defeated and yourselves the object of contempt of all kshatriyas.
I do not mind Bhima putting his foot on my head as I lie
helpless on the ground- with legs broken.
What care I? In a fewminutes more will not the feet of
crows and vultures settle on my head?"
When Duryodhana said this, flowers were showered down from
the heavens by the gods.
Inordinate desire took Duryodhana into the wrong path,
whence ensued anger and numerous breaches of dharma; but no one could question the
unconquerable spirit of Dhritarashtra's son.