Here you go, Durga! The only work on Karna which made me cry. I CRIED being an ardent Karna hater, This one is a classic! Must read...
Rabindranath Tagore
Dialogue between Karna and Kunti
<font size="3">Karna:</font>
<font size="3">On sacred Jahnavi's shore I say my prayers</font>
<font size="3">to the evening sun. Karna is my name,</font>
<font size="3">son of Adhirath the charioteer, and Radha is my mother.</font>
<font size="3">That's who I am. Lady, who are you?</font>
<font size="3">Kunti:</font>
<font size="3">Child, in the first dawn of your life</font>
<font size="3">it was I who introduced you to this wide world.</font>
<font size="3">That's me, and today I've cast aside</font>
<font size="3">all embarrassment, to tell you who I am.</font>
<font size="3">Karna:</font>
<font size="3">Respected lady, the light of your lowered eyes</font>
<font size="3">melts my heart, as the sun's rays melt</font>
<font size="3">mountain snows. Your voice</font>
<font size="3">pierces my ears as a voice from a previous birth</font>
<font size="3">and stirs strange pain. Tell me then,</font>
<font size="3">by what mystery's chain is my birth linked</font>
<font size="3">to you, unknown woman?</font>
<font size="3">Kunti:</font>
<font size="3"> Oh, be patient,</font>
<font size="3">child, for a moment! Let the sun-god first</font>
<font size="3">slide to his rest, and let evening's darkness</font>
<font size="3">thicken round us. - Now let me tell you, warrior,</font>
<font size="3">I am Kunti.</font>
<font size="3">Karna:</font>
<font size="3"> You are Kunti! The mother of Arjun!</font>
<font size="3">Kunti:</font>
<font size="3">Arjun's mother indeed! But son,</font>
<font size="3">don't hate me for that. How I still recall</font>
<font size="3">the day of the tournament when you, a young bachelor,</font>
<font size="3">slowly entered the arena in Hastina-city</font>
<font size="3">as the newly rising sun enters the margin</font>
<font size="3">of the eastern sky, still pricked out with stars!</font>
<font size="3">Of all the women watching from behind a screen</font>
<font size="3">who was she, bereft of speech, of luck,</font>
<font size="3">who felt within her tortured breast the pangs</font>
<font size="3">of hungering love, a thousand she-snake fangs?</font>
<font size="3">Whose eyes covered your limbs with blessing's kisses?</font>
<font size="3">It was Arjun's mother! When Kripa advanced</font>
<font size="3">and smiling, asked you to announce your father's name,</font>
<font size="3">saying, He who is not of a royal family born</font>
<font size="3">has no right to challenge Arjun at all,' -</font>
<font size="3">then you, speechless, red with shame, face lowered,</font>
<font size="3">just stood there, and she whose bosom your gleam</font>
<font size="3">of embarrassment burnt like fire: who was that</font>
<font size="3">unlucky woman? Arjun's mother it was!</font>
<font size="3">Blessed is that lad Durjodhan, who thereupon</font>
<font size="3">at once crowned you prince of Anga. Yes, I praise him!</font>
<font size="3">And as you were crowned, the tears streamed from my eyes</font>
<font size="3">to rush towards you, to overflow your head,</font>
<font size="3">when, making his way into the arena,</font>
<font size="3">in entered Adhirath the charioteer, beside himself</font>
<font size="3">with joy, and you, too, in your royal gear</font>
<font size="3">in the midst of the curious crowds milling around</font>
<font size="3">bowed your only-just-anointed head, and saluted</font>
<font size="3">the feet of the old charioteer, calling him Father.</font>
<font size="3">Cruelly, contemptuously they smiled -</font>
<font size="3">the friends of the Pandavs; and right at that instant</font>
<font size="3">she who blessed you as a hero, O you jewel amongst heroes,</font>
<font size="3">I am that woman, the mother of Arjun.</font>
<font size="3">Karna:</font>
<font size="3">I salute you, noble lady. A royal mother you are:</font>
<font size="3">so why are you here alone? This is a field of battle,</font>
<font size="3">and I am the commander of the Kaurav army.</font>
<font size="3">Kunti:</font>
<font size="3"> Son, I've come to beg a favour of you -</font>
<font size="3">Don't turn me away empty-handed.</font>
<font size="3">Karna:</font>
<font size="3"> A favour? From me!</font>
<font size="3">Barring my manhood, and what dharma requires,</font>
<font size="3">the rest will be at your feet if you so desire.</font>
<font size="3">Kunti:</font>
<font size="3">I have come to take you away.</font>
<font size="3">Karna:</font>
<font size="3"> And where will you take me?</font>
<font size="3">Kunti:</font>
<font size="3">To my thirsty bosom - to my maternal lap.</font>
<font size="3">Karna:</font>
<font size="3">A lucky woman you are, blessed with five sons,</font>
<font size="3">and I am just a petty princeling, without pedigree -</font>
<font size="3">where would you find room for me?</font>
<font size="3">Kunti:</font>
<font size="3"> Right at the top!</font>
<font size="3">I would place you above all my other sons,</font>
<font size="3">for you are the eldest.</font>
<font size="3">Karna:</font>
<font size="3"> By what right </font>
<font size="3">would I enter that sanctum? Tell me how</font>
<font size="3">from those already cheated of empire</font>
<font size="3">I could possibly take a portion of that wealth,</font>
<font size="3">a mother's love, which is fully theirs.</font>
<font size="3">A mother's heart cannot be gambled away</font>
<font size="3">nor be defeated by force. It's a divine gift.</font>
<font size="3">Kunti:</font>
<font size="3"> O my son,</font>
<font size="3">with a divine right indeed you had one day </font>
<font size="3">come to this lap - and by that same right</font>
<font size="3">return again, with glory; don't worry at all -</font>
<font size="3">take your own place amongst all your brothers,</font>
<font size="3">on my maternal lap.</font>
<font size="3">Karna:</font>
<font size="3"> As if in a dream</font>
<font size="3">I hear your voice, honoured lady. Look, darkness has</font>
<font size="3">engulfed the entire horizon, swallowed the four quarters,</font>
<font size="3">and the river has fallen silent. You have whisked me off</font>
<font size="3">to some enchanted world, some forgotten home,</font>
<font size="3">to the very dawn of awareness. Your words</font>
<font size="3">like age-old truths touch my fascinated heart.</font>
<font size="3">It's as if my own inchoate infancy,</font>
<font size="3">the very obscurity of my mother's womb</font>
<font size="3">was encircling me today. O royal mother,</font>
<font size="3">loving woman, - be this real, or a dream, -</font>
<font size="3">come place your right hand on my brow, my chin</font>
<font size="3">for just a moment. Indeed I had heard</font>
<font size="3">that I had been abandoned by my natural mother.</font>
<font size="3">How often in the depth of night I've had this dream:</font>
<font size="3">that slowly, softly my mother had come to see me,</font>
<font size="3">and I've felt so bleak, and beseeched her in tears,</font>
<font size="3">Mother, remove your veil, let me see your face,' -</font>
<font size="3">and at once the figure has vanished, tearing apart</font>
<font size="3">my greedy thirsty dream. That very dream -</font>
<font size="3">has it come today in the guise of the Pandav mother</font>
<font size="3">this evening, on the battlefield, by the Bhagirathi?</font>
<font size="3">Behold, lady, on the other bank, in the Pandav camp</font>
<font size="3">the lights come on, and on this bank, not far,</font>
<font size="3">in the Kaurav stables a hundred thousand horses</font>
<font size="3">stamp their hooves. Tomorrow morning</font>
<font size="3">the great battle begins. Why tonight</font>
<font size="3">did I have to hear from Arjun's mother's throat</font>
<font size="3">my own mother's voice? Why did my name</font>
<font size="3">ring in her mouth with such exquisite music -</font>
<font size="3">so much so that suddenly my heart</font>
<font size="3">rushes towards the five Pandavs, calling them brothers'?</font>
<font size="3">Kunti:</font>
<font size="3">Then come on, son, come along with me.</font>
<font size="3">Karna:</font>
<font size="3">Yes, Mother, I'll go with you. I won't ask questions -</font>
<font size="3">without a doubt, without a worry, I'll go.</font>
<font size="3">Lady, you are my mother! And your call</font>
<font size="3">has awakened my soul - no longer can I hear</font>
<font size="3">the drums of battle, victory's conch-shells.</font>
<font size="3">The violence of war, a hero's fame, triumph and defeat -</font>
<font size="3">all seem false. Take me. Where should I go?</font>
<font size="3">Kunti:</font>
<font size="3"> There, on the other bank,</font>
<font size="3">where the lamps burn in the still tents</font>
<font size="3">on the pale sands.</font>
<font size="3">Karna:</font>
<font size="3"> And there a motherless son</font>
<font size="3">shall find his mother for ever! There the pole star</font>
<font size="3">shall wake all night in your lovely generous</font>
<font size="3">eyes. Lady, one more time</font>
<font size="3">say I am your son.</font>
<font size="3">Kunti:</font>
<font size="3"> My son!</font>
<font size="3">Karna:</font>
<font size="3"> Then why</font>
<font size="3">did you discard me so ingloriously -</font>
<font size="3">no family honour, no mother's eyes to watch me -</font>
<font size="3">to the mercy of this blind, unknown world? Why did you</font>
<font size="3">let me float away on the current of contempt</font>
<font size="3">so irreversibly, banishing me from my brothers?</font>
<font size="3">You put a distance between Arjun and me,</font>
<font size="3">whence from childhood a subtle invisible bond</font>
<font size="3">of bitter enmity pulls us to each other</font>
<font size="3">in an irresistible attraction. -</font>
<font size="3"> Mother, you have no answer?</font>
<font size="3">I sense your embarrassment piercing these dark layers</font>
<font size="3">and touching all my limbs without any words,</font>
<font size="3">closing my eyes. Let it be then -</font>
<font size="3">you don't have to explain why you cast me aside.</font>
<font size="3">A mother's love is God's first gift on this earth;</font>
<font size="3">why that sacred jewel you had to snatch</font>
<font size="3">from your own child is a question you may choose</font>
<font size="3">not to answer! But tell me then:</font>
<font size="3">why have you come to take me back again?</font>
<font size="3">Kunti:</font>
<font size="3">Child, let your reprimands</font>
<font size="3">like a hundred thunderclaps rend this heart of mine</font>
<font size="3">into a hundred pieces. That I'd cast you aside</font>
<font size="3">is a curse that hounds me, which is why</font>
<font size="3">my heart is childless even with five dear sons,</font>
<font size="3">why it is you that my arms go seeking in this world,</font>
<font size="3">flapping and flailing. It is for that deprived child</font>
<font size="3">that my heart lights a lamp, and by burning itself</font>
<font size="3">pays its homage to the Maker of this universe.</font>
<font size="3">Today I count myself fortunate</font>
<font size="3">that I have managed to see you. When your mouth</font>
<font size="3">hadn't yet uttered a word, I did commit</font>
<font size="3">a horrendous crime. Son, with that same mouth</font>
<font size="3">forgive your bad mother. Let that forgiveness burn</font>
<font size="3">fiercer than any rebukes within my breast,</font>
<font size="3">reduce my sins to ashes and make me pure!</font>
<font size="3">Karna:</font>
<font size="3">O Mother, give - give me the dust of your feet,</font>
<font size="3">and take my tears!</font>
<font size="3">Kunti:</font>
<font size="3"> Son, I did not come</font>
<font size="3">simply in the happy hope of clutching you to my breast,</font>
<font size="3">but to take you back where you by right belong.</font>
<font size="3">You are not a charioteer's son, but of royal birth -</font>
<font size="3">so cast aside the insults that have been your lot</font>
<font size="3">and come where they all are - your five brothers.</font>
<font size="3">Karna:</font>
<font size="3">But Mother, I am a charioteer's son,</font>
<font size="3">and Radha's my mother - glory greater than that</font>
<font size="3">I have none. Let the Pandavs be Pandavs, the Kauravs</font>
<font size="3">Kauravs - I envy nobody.</font>
<font size="3">Kunti:</font>
<font size="3"> With the puissance of your arms</font>
<font size="3">recover the kingdom that's your own, my son.</font>
<font size="3">Judhisthir will cool you, moving a white fan;</font>
<font size="3">Bhim will hold up your umbrella; Arjun the hero</font>
<font size="3">will drive your chariot; Dhaumya the priest</font>
<font size="3">will chant Vedic mantras; and you, vanquisher of foes,</font>
<font size="3">will live with your kinsmen, sole ruler in your kingdom,</font>
<font size="3">sitting on your jewelled throne, sharing power with none.</font>
<font size="3">Karna:</font>
<font size="3">Throne, indeed! To one who's just refused the maternal bond</font>
<font size="3">are you offering, Mother, assurances of a kingdom?</font>
<font size="3">The riches from which you once disinherited me</font>
<font size="3">cannot be returned - it's beyond your powers.</font>
<font size="3">When I was born, Mother, from me you tore</font>
<font size="3">mother, brothers, royal family - all at one go.</font>
<font size="3">If today I cheat my foster-mother, her of charioteer caste,</font>
<font size="3">and boldly address as my own mother a royal materfamilias,</font>
<font size="3">if I snap the ties that bind me to the lord</font>
<font size="3">of the Kuru clan, and lust after a royal throne,</font>
<font size="3">then fie on me!</font>
<font size="3">Kunti:</font>
<font size="3"> Blessed are you, my son, for you are</font>
<font size="3">truly heroic. Alas, Dharma, how stern your justice is!</font>
<font size="3">Who knew, alas, that day</font>
<font size="3">when I forsook a tiny, helpless child,</font>
<font size="3">that from somewhere he would gain a hero's powers,</font>
<font size="3">return one day along a darkened path,</font>
<font size="3">and with his own cruel hands hurl weapons at those</font>
<font size="3">who are his brothers, born of the same mother!</font>
<font size="3">What a curse this is!</font>
<font size="3">Karna:</font>
<font size="3"> Mother, don't be afraid.</font>
<font size="3">Let me predict: it's the Pandavs who will win.</font>
<font size="3">On the panel of this night's gloom I can clearly read</font>
<font size="3">before my eyes the dire results of war:</font>
<font size="3">legible in starlight. This quiet, unruffled hour</font>
<font size="3">from the infinite sky a music drifts to my ears:</font>
<font size="3">of effort without victory, sweat of work without hope -</font>
<font size="3">I can see the end, full of peace and emptiness.</font>
<font size="3">The side that is going to lose -</font>
<font size="3">please don't ask me to desert that side.</font>
<font size="3">Let Pandu's children win, and become kings,</font>
<font size="3">let me stay with the losers, those whose hopes will be dashed.</font>
<font size="3">The night of my birth you left me upon the earth:</font>
<font size="3">nameless, homeless. In the same way today</font>
<font size="3">be ruthless, Mother, and just abandon me:</font>
<font size="3">leave me to my defeat, infamous, lustreless.</font>
<font size="3">Only this blessing grant me before you leave:</font>
<font size="3">may greed for victory, for fame, or for a kingdom</font>
<font size="3">never deflect me from a hero's path and salvation.</font>
<font size="3">Translated by Ketaki Kushari Dyson</font>
<font size="3">[Spring 2000]</font>
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