यं तु सर्वमनुष्येभ्यः प्राहुः शूरतरं नृपम् ॥
तं पटच्चरहन्तारं शुकवर्णावहन् हयाः ॥
चित्रायुधं चित्रमाल्यं चित्रवर्मायुधध्वजम् ॥
ऊहुः किंशुकपुष्पाणां तुल्यवर्णा हयोत्तमाः ॥
एकवर्णेन सर्वेण ध्वजेन कवचेन च ॥
धनुषा रथवाहैश् च नीलैर् नीलो ऽभ्यवर्तत ॥
yaṃ tu sarvamanuṣyebhyaḥ prāhuḥ śūrataraṃ nṛpam ||
taṃ paṭaccarahantāraṃ śukavarṇāvahan hayāḥ ||
citrāyudhaṃ citramālyaṃ citravarmāyudhadhvajam ||
ūhuḥ kiṃśukapuṣpāṇāṃ tulyavarṇā hayottamāḥ ||
ekavarṇena sarveṇa dhvajena kavacena ca ||
dhanuṣā rathavāhaiś ca nīlair nīlo 'bhyavartata ||
The one whom, of all men, they call the bravest king, the one who slew Pataccara, was borne by horses the color of parrots. Chitrayudha, with a variegated garland, with variegated armor, weapons, and banner, was borne by excellent horses of the same hue as kimshuka blossoms. In a single hue throughout — banner, armor, bow, and chariot-team horses all blue — the blue warrior advanced.
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After the "white" warrior comes a "blue" one — once again a unity of a single color pervading the whole figure; the warrior's name (Nila, "blue") has merged with the color of all his equipage. And right beside him stands Chitrayudha, whose everything is "variegated": garland, armor, weapons, banner. So the tradition sets side by side two opposite ideals of beauty: whole oneness of color and many-colored variety. It is telling that both are beautiful in their own way. The verse teaches that greatness can be clothed both in the simplicity of a single hue and in the richness of many; that there is no single measure of the beautiful — there is the beauty of wholeness and the beauty of diversity; and that the army of truth holds room for both, for in true unity there is a place for every kind — the white, the blue, and the variegated alike.