भीष्म उवाच
ततः प्रभाते राजेन्द्र सूर्ये विमल उद्गते ॥
भार्गवस्य मया सार्धं पुनर् युद्धम् अवर्तत ॥
ततो भ्रान्ते रथे तिष्ठन् रामः प्रहरतां वरः ॥
ववर्ष शरवर्षाणि मयि शक्र इवाचले ॥
तेन सूतो मम सुहृच् छरवर्षेण ताडितः ॥
निपपात रथोपस्थे मनो मम विषादयन् ॥
ततः सूतः स मे ऽत्यर्थं कश्मलं प्राविशन् महत् ॥
पृथिव्यां च शराघातान् निपपात मुमोह च ॥
ततः सूतो ऽजहात् प्राणान् रामबाणप्रपीडितः ॥
मुहूर्ताद् इव राजेन्द्र मां च भीर् आविशत् तदा ॥
bhīṣma uvāca
tataḥ prabhāte rājendra sūrye vimala udgate ||
bhārgavasya mayā sārdhaṃ punar yuddham avartata ||
tato bhrānte rathe tiṣṭhan rāmaḥ praharatāṃ varaḥ ||
vavarṣa śaravarṣāṇi mayi śakra ivācale ||
tena sūto mama suhṛc charavarṣeṇa tāḍitaḥ ||
nipapāta rathopasthe mano mama viṣādayan ||
tataḥ sūtaḥ sa me 'tyarthaṃ kaśmalaṃ prāviśan mahat ||
pṛthivyāṃ ca śarāghātān nipapāta mumoha ca ||
tataḥ sūto 'jahāt prāṇān rāmabāṇaprapīḍitaḥ ||
muhūrtād iva rājendra māṃ ca bhīr āviśat tadā ||
Bhishma said: Then at dawn, O king of kings, when the pure sun had risen, my battle with Bhargava began again. Standing on his careening chariot, Rama, the foremost of strikers, poured down showers of arrows upon me as Shakra pours rain upon an unmoving mountain. By that shower of arrows my charioteer, my friend, was struck; he fell upon the seat of the chariot, plunging my mind into despair. Then this charioteer of mine fell into a deep swoon and, struck by the blows of arrows, collapsed to the ground and lost consciousness. Then, tormented by Rama's arrow, the charioteer, as if in a single instant, gave up his life, O king of kings, and then fear entered into me as well.
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Here the battle becomes a trial not only of strength but of Bhishma's endurance before fear, loss, and the sight of death. The charioteer's death breaks the ordinary order of chariot combat: Bhishma is left without support, falls, sees himself nearly slain, yet receives protection from brahmins and from Ganga. This matters: even when a kshatriya stands firm in his vow, his life is sustained not by personal valor alone but by blessing, lineage, and unseen grace. The omens at Rama's fall show that violence between such great souls shakes the world itself. Victory here again brings no triumph; each day ends only in a halt to the fighting, while the conflict endures like a heavy karma that cannot be quickly untied.