Mahabharata
Jayadratha-vadha-parva (The 'Game around Droṇa')7.81.27–29
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Mahabharata · 7.81.27–29

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ततस् तान् सायकान् सर्वान् द्रोणमुक्तान् सहस्रशः ॥
चिच्छे रे वीरस् तद् द्भुतम् वावत्
छित्त्वा ताञ् रान् राजा क्रोसंक्तलोनः
क्तिं ग्रा रे गिरीणाम् पि दाणीम्
स्वर्णण्डां हाघोराम् ष्टण्टां याहाम्
मुत्क्षिप्य तां हृष्टो ना वद् ली
नादे र्वभूतानि त्रायन्न् भा

Transliteration (IAST)

tatas tān sāyakān sarvān droṇamuktān sahasraśaḥ ||
ciccheda samare ras tad adbhutam ibhavat ||
chittvā ca ñ śan rā krodhasaṃraktalocanaḥ ||
śaktiṃ jagrāha samare giṇām api raṇīm ||
svarṇadaṇḍāṃ maghom aṣṭaghaṇṭāṃ bhavahām ||
samutkṣipya ca tāṃ hṛṣṭo nada balavad ba ||
dena sarvabhūni trāsayann iva bhārata ||

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Word-by-word
SanskritIASTMeaning
ततः तान् सायकान् सर्वान्tataḥ tān sāyakān sarvānthen those arrows, all of them; then those arrows, all together
द्रोणमुक्तान् सहस्रशःdroṇamuktān sahasraśaḥloosed by Drona, by the thousands; released by Drona, by the thousands
चिच्छेद समरे वीरःciccheda samare vīraḥcut down in battle, the hero; severed in the fight, the hero
तत् अद्भुतम् इव अभवत्tat adbhutam iva abhavatthat became like a wonder; this became a thing of wonder
छित्त्वा च तान् शरान् राजाchittvā ca tān śarān rājāand having cut those arrows, the king; and, having severed those arrows, the king
क्रोधसंरक्तलोचनःkrodhasaṃraktalocanaḥwith eyes reddened by fury; with eyes crimson with rage
शक्तिम् जग्राह समरेśaktim jagrāha samareseized a spear in the battle; grasped in the fight a lance
गिरीणाम् अपि दारणीम्girīṇām api dāraṇīmcapable of rending even mountains; able even to split mountains
समुत्क्षिप्य च ताम् हृष्टःsamutkṣipya ca tām hṛṣṭaḥand, having brandished it, delighted; and, having raised it high, exultant
ननाद बलवत् बलीnanāda balavat balīroared mightily, the mighty one; the mighty one roared powerfully
नादेन सर्वभूतानिnādena sarvabhūtāniwith the roar, all beings; with that roar, all beings
त्रासयन् इव भारतtrāsayan iva bhārataas though terrifying, O Bharata; as if striking terror, O descendant of Bharata
Translation

"Then all those arrows, loosed by Drona by the thousands, the hero cut down in battle — this became like a wonder. And having cut those arrows, the king, his eyes red with fury, seized in the battle a spear capable of rending even mountains. And having brandished it, exultant, the mighty one roared mightily, as though terrifying all beings with that roar, O Bharata."

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