Mahabharata
Ghaṭotkaca-vadha-parva (rātri-yuddha): The Night Battle7.136.17–19
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Mahabharata · 7.136.17–19
Devanāgarī

द्रोणेन वार्यमाणास् ते स्वयं तव सुतेन च ॥
न शक्यन्ते महाराज योधा वारयितुं तदा ॥
सा पाण्डुपुत्रस्य शरैर् दार्यमाणा महाचमूः ॥
तमसा संवृते लोके व्यद्रवत् सर्वतोमुखी ॥
उत्सृज्य शतशो वाहांस् तत्र के चिन् नराधिपाः ॥
प्राद्रवन्त महाराज भयाविष्टाः समन्ततः ॥

Transliteration (IAST)

droṇena vāryamāṇās te svayaṃ tava sutena ca ||
na śakyante mahārāja yodhā vārayituṃ tadā ||
sā pāṇḍuputrasya śarair dāryamāṇā mahācamūḥ ||
tamasā saṃvṛte loke vyadravat sarvatomukhī ||
utsṛjya śataśo vāhāṃs tatra ke cin narādhipāḥ ||
prādravanta mahārāja bhayāviṣṭāḥ samantataḥ ||

Word-by-word
SanskritIASTMeaning
द्रोणेन वार्यमाणाः तेdroṇena vāryamāṇāḥ teheld back by Drona, they; restrained by Drona, they
स्वयम् तव सुतेन चsvayam tava sutena caand by your own son as well; and by your own son too
न शक्यन्ते महाराजna śakyante mahārājacould not, great king; could not, O great king
योधाः वारयितुम् तदाyodhāḥ vārayitum tadāthe warriors be restrained then; the warriors then be held back
सा पाण्डुपुत्रस्य शरैःsā pāṇḍuputrasya śaraiḥthat host, by the arrows of Pandu's son; that host, by the arrows of the son of Pandu
दार्यमाणा महाचमूःdāryamāṇā mahācamūḥbeing riven apart -- the great army; being torn apart -- the vast host
तमसा संवृते लोकेtamasā saṃvṛte lokewhen the world was cloaked in darkness; when the world was covered in darkness
व्यद्रवत् सर्वतोमुखीvyadravat sarvatomukhīscattered in every direction; fled in every direction
उत्सृज्य शतशः वाहान्utsṛjya śataśaḥ vāhānhaving abandoned their steeds by hundreds; having cast off their horses by the hundreds
तत्र के चित् नराधिपाःtatra ke cit narādhipāḥthere, some kings; there, certain lords of men
प्राद्रवन्त महाराजprādravanta mahārājafled, great king; took to flight, O great king
भयाविष्टाः समन्ततःbhayāviṣṭāḥ samantataḥovercome by fear, on all sides; seized by fear, from every quarter
Translation

Restrained by Drona and by your own son, the warriors could not then be held back, O great king. That host, torn apart by the arrows of Pandu's son -- the vast army -- when the world was covered in darkness, fled in every direction. Having cast off their horses by the hundreds, certain lords of men there took to flight, O great king, seized by fear from every quarter.

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