Vyasa (Devanagari: व्यास, vyāsa) is a central and revered figure in most Hindu traditions. He is also sometimes called Veda Vyasa (वेद व्यास, veda vyāsa), (the one who classified the Vedas in to four parts) or Krishna Dvaipayana (referring to his complexion and birthplace). He is the author as well as a character in the Mahabharata and considered to be the scribe of both the Vedas, and the supplementary texts such as the Puranas. A number of Vaishnava traditions regard him as an Avatar of Vishnu. Vyasa is sometimes conflated by some Vaishnavas with Badarayana, the author of the Vedanta Sutras. Vyāsa is also considered to be one of the seven Chiranjivins (long lived, or immortals), who are ... more »
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Veda Vyasa Poems
Mahabharata, Book I - The Advent Of Karn...
Now the feats of arm are ended, and the closing hour draws nigh, Music's voice is hushed in silence, and dispersing crowds pass by, Hark! Like welkin-shaking thunder wakes a deep and deadly sound, Clank and din of warlike weapons burst upon the tented ground!
Mahabharata - Conclusion
'This is She the fair Immortal! Her no human mother bore, Sprung from altar as Draupadi human shape for thee she wore, By the Wielder of the Trident she was waked to form and life, Bom in royal Drupad's mansion, righteous man, to be thy wife,
Mahabharata, Book I - The Advent Of Arju...
Gauntleted and jewel-girdled, with his bow of ample height, Archer Arjun pious-hearted to the gods performed a rite, Then he stepped forth proud and stately in his golden mail encased, Like the sunlit cloud of evening with the golden rainbow graced,
Mahabharata, Book I - The Anointment Of ...
Crested Karna, helméd Arjun, proudly trod the spacious green, Kripa, skilled in herald's duties, spake upon the dreadful scene: 'This is helmet-wearing Arjun, sprung of Kuru's mighty race, Pandu's son and borne by Pritha, prince of worth and warlike grace,
Mahabharata, Book I - Close Of The Day
Like a lordly tusker rising from a beauteous lotus lake, Rose Duryodhan from his brothers, proudly thus to Bhima spake: 'With such insults seek not, Bhima, thus to cause a warrior grief, Bitter taunts but ill befit thee, warlike tiger-waisted chief,
Mahabharata, Book II - The Bride
Sound the drum and voice the sankha! Brightly dawns; the bridal day, Fresh from morning s pure ablutions comes the bride in garments gay, And her golden bridal garland, carrying on her graceful arm. Softly, sweetly, steps Draupadi, queen of every winning charm!
Mahabharata, Book II - Trial Of Skill
Uprose one by one the suitors, marking still the distant aim, Alighty monarchs, gallant princes, chiefs of proud and warlike fame, Decked in golden crown and necklace, and inflamed by pride and love, Stoutly strove the eager suitors viewing well the target above,
Mahabharata, Book I - Bhima And Duryodha...
Bhima came and proud Duryodhan with their maces lifted high, Like two cliffs with lofty turrets cleaving through the azure sky, In their warlike arms accoutred with their girded loins they stood, Like two untamed jungle tuskers in the deep and echoing wood!
Mahabharata, Book III - Glımpses Of The ...
Dawned the day of abhisheka, proud anointment, sacred bath, Crownéd kings and learnéd Brahmans crowded on Yudhishthir's path, And as gods and heavenly rishis throng in BRAHMA'S mansions bright, Holy priests and noble monarchs graced the inner sacred site!
Mahabharata, Book III - The Asemblage Of...
Ancient halls of proud Hastina mirrored bright on Ganga's wave! Thither came the son of Pandu, young Nakula true and brave, Came to ask Hastina's monarch, chief of Kuru's royal race, To partake Yudhishthir's banquet and his sacrifice to grace.
Mahabharata, Book III - Feast And Sacrıf...
Jumna's dark and limpid waters laved Yudhishthir's palace walls And to hail him Dharma-raja, monarchs thronged his royal halls, He to honoured kings and chieftains with a royal grace assigned Palaces with sparkling waters and with trees umbrageous lined,
Mahabharata, Book I - The Princes
Gauntleted and jewel-girdled, now the warlike princes came, With their stately bows and quivers, and their swords like wreaths of flame, Each behind his elder stepping, good Yudhishthir first of all, Each his wondrous skill displaying held the silent crowds in thrall.
Mahabharata, Book II - The Disguised Arj...
Hushed the merry sound of laughter, hushed each suitor in his shame, Arjun, godlike son of Pritha, from the ranks of Brahmans came, Guised as priest serene and holy, fair as INDRA's rainbow bright, All the Brahmans shook their deerskins, cheered him in their hearts' delight!
Mahabharata, Book II - The Tumult
Spake the suitors, anger-shaken, like a forest tempest-torn, As Panchala's courteous monarch came to greet a Brahman-born: 'Shall he like the grass of jungle trample us in haughty pride, To a prating priest and Brahman wed the proud and peerless bride?
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Mahabharata, Book I - The Advent Of Karna
Now the feats of arm are ended, and the closing hour draws nigh,
Music's voice is hushed in silence, and dispersing crowds pass by,
Hark! Like welkin-shaking thunder wakes a deep and deadly sound,
Clank and din of warlike weapons burst upon the tented ground!
Are the solid mountains splitting, is it bursting of the earth.
Is it tempest's pealing accent whence the lightning takes its birth?
Thoughts like these alarm the people for the sound is dread and high,
To the gaze of the arena turns the crowd with anxious eye!
Gathered round preceptor Drona, ...