Mahabharata
Jayadratha-vadha-parva (karṇa-bhīma-dvairatha): Bhīma Overcomes Karṇa7.106.39–41
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Mahabharata · 7.106.39–41

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तं भीसेनो नामृष्यद् मानम् र्षणः
स्मै व्यसृजत् तूर्णं र्षम् मित्रजित्
ते राः प्रेषिता राजन् भीसेने संयुगे
निपेतुः र्वतो भीमाः कून्त क्षिणः
हेपुङ्खा हारा भीसेनुश्च्युताः
भ्यद्रवंस् ते राधेयं वृकाः क्षुद्रमृगं था

Transliteration (IAST)

taṃ bhīmaseno mṛṣyad avanam amarṣaṇaḥ ||
sa tasmai vyasṛjat tūrṇaṃ śaravarṣam amitrajit ||
te śarāḥ preṣi jan bhīmasenena saṃyuge ||
nipetuḥ sarvato bhīmāḥ janta iva pakṣiṇaḥ ||
hemapuṅkhā maja bhīmasenadhanuścyutāḥ ||
abhyadravaṃs te dheyaṃ vṛkāḥ kṣudramṛgaṃ yathā ||

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SanskritIASTMeaning
तम् भीमसेनः न अमृष्यत्tam bhīmasenaḥ na amṛṣyatthat Bhimasena did not endure; that Bhimasena did not bear
अवमानम् अमर्षणःavamānam amarṣaṇaḥthe insult, the intolerant one; the insult, the unyielding one
सः तस्मै व्यसृजत् तूर्णम्saḥ tasmai vyasṛjat tūrṇamhe swiftly let loose [at] him; he rapidly let loose at him
शरवर्षम् अमित्रजित्śaravarṣam amitrajita shower of arrows, the conqueror of foes; a shower of arrows, the vanquisher of enemies
ते शराः प्रेषिताः राजन्te śarāḥ preṣitāḥ rājanthose arrows, loosed, O king; those arrows, loosed, O king
भीमसेनेन संयुगेbhīmasenena saṃyugeby Bhimasena in battle; by Bhimasena in the fight
निपेतुः सर्वतः भीमाःnipetuḥ sarvataḥ bhīmāḥfell everywhere, terrible; fell from all sides, terrible
कूजन्तः इव पक्षिणःkūjantaḥ iva pakṣiṇaḥ[like] shrieking birds; like shrieking birds
हेमपुङ्खाः महाराजhemapuṅkhāḥ mahārājagolden-feathered, O great king; with golden plumage, O great king
भीमसेनधनुश्च्युताःbhīmasenadhanuścyutāḥloosed [from] Bhimasena's bow; loosed from Bhimasena's bow
अभ्यद्रवन् ते राधेयम्abhyadravan te rādheyamthey rushed [at] Radheya; they rushed at Radheya
वृकाः क्षुद्रमृगम् यथाvṛkāḥ kṣudramṛgam yathā[as] wolves [upon] small game; as wolves upon small game
Translation

That insult Bhimasena could not endure, being intolerant of it; he, the conqueror of foes, swiftly loosed a shower of arrows at him. Those arrows, shot by Bhimasena in battle, O king, fell on every side, terrible, like shrieking birds. Golden-feathered, loosed from Bhimasena's bow, they rushed at Radheya like wolves upon small game.

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