न स्म सूर्यः प्रतपति शरजालसमावृतः ॥
मातरिश्वान्तरे तस्मिन् मेघरुद्ध इवानदत् ॥
ततो वायोः प्रकम्पाच् च सूर्यस्य च मरीचिभिः ॥
अभितापात् स्वभावाच् च पावकः समजायत ॥
ते शराः स्वसमुत्थेन प्रदीप्ताश् चित्रभानुना ॥
भूमौ सर्वे तदा राजन् भस्मभूताः प्रपेदिरे ॥
तदा शतसहस्राणि प्रयुतान्य् अर्बुदानि च ॥
अयुतान्य् अथ खर्वाणि निखर्वाणि च कौरव ॥
रामः शराणां संक्रुद्धो मयि तूर्णम् अपातयत् ॥
ततो ऽहं तान् अपि रणे शरैर् आशीविषोपमैः ॥
संछिद्य भूमौ नृपते ऽपातयं पन्नगान् इव ॥
na sma sūryaḥ pratapati śarajālasamāvṛtaḥ ||
mātariśvāntare tasmin megharuddha ivānadat ||
tato vāyoḥ prakampāc ca sūryasya ca marīcibhiḥ ||
abhitāpāt svabhāvāc ca pāvakaḥ samajāyata ||
te śarāḥ svasamutthena pradīptāś citrabhānunā ||
bhūmau sarve tadā rājan bhasmabhūtāḥ prapedire ||
tadā śatasahasrāṇi prayutāny arbudāni ca ||
ayutāny atha kharvāṇi nikharvāṇi ca kaurava ||
rāmaḥ śarāṇāṃ saṃkruddho mayi tūrṇam apātayat ||
tato 'haṃ tān api raṇe śarair āśīviṣopamaiḥ ||
saṃchidya bhūmau nṛpate 'pātayaṃ pannagān iva ||
The sun did not shine, covered as it was by a net of arrows; in that airy space the wind roared as though blocked by a cloud. Then, from the trembling of the wind, from the heat of the sun's rays, and by its own nature, fire arose. Those arrows, set ablaze by fire born of themselves, then all fell to the ground, turned to ash, O king. After that the enraged Rama swiftly hurled down upon me hundreds of thousands, prayutas, arbudas, ayutas, kharvas, and nikharvas of arrows, O Kauravya. Then I too cut them down in battle with arrows like venomous serpents, and felled them to the ground like snakes, O lord of men.
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This chapter continues to unfold the double nature of this duel: outwardly a contest between two unsurpassed warriors, but inwardly a test of the capacity to remember dharma amid the fury of battle. Bhishma bows to Rama once more before standing against him, showing that reverence for one's teacher does not vanish even in combat. The exchange of astras raises the fight to a cosmic scale: the sky is closed over with arrows, fire arises, the world shudders at Rama's fall. Yet behind this power lies a troubling truth: when knowledge and vow are turned into weapons, nature itself answers with turmoil. The close of day again halts the battle, like a boundary reminding us that even the sternest kshatriya resolve must have a limit.