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Rh "Thus high-accosted, the rejoicing king (Thy ancestor, O liege!) proceeded straight Unto that river's brink, which floweth pure Through the Three Worlds, mighty, and sweet, and praised. There, being bathed, the body of the king Put off its mortal, coming up arrayed In grace celestial, washed from soils of sin, From passion, pain, and change. So, hand in hand With brother-gods, glorious went Yudhishthir, Lauded by softest minstrelsy, and songs Of unknown music, where those heroes stood— The princes of the Pandavas, his kin— And lotus-eyed and loveliest Draupadí, Waiting to greet him, gladdening and glad."