प्रेक्षन्तस् तं महाबाहुं रुक्मपुङ्खैः समावृतम् ॥
त्वदीयाश् च पलायन्ते मृगाः सिंहार्दिता इव ॥
स तु रणयशसाभिपूज्यमानः; पितृसुरचारणसिद्धयक्षसंघैः ॥
अवनितलगतैश् च भूतसंघैर्; अतिविबभौ हुतभुग् यथाज्यसिक्तः ॥
prekṣantas taṃ mahābāhuṃ rukmapuṅkhaiḥ samāvṛtam ||
tvadīyāś ca palāyante mṛgāḥ siṃhārditā iva ||
sa tu raṇayaśasābhipūjyamānaḥ; pitṛsuracāraṇasiddhayakṣasaṃghaiḥ ||
avanitalagataiś ca bhūtasaṃghair; ativibabhau hutabhug yathājyasiktaḥ ||
Beholding that mighty-armed one, enveloped in golden-feathered arrows, your warriors flee like deer driven by a lion. He, honored for his martial glory by hosts of ancestors, gods, charanas, siddhas and yakshas, and by hosts of earthly beings, shone forth immeasurably, like fire fed with clarified butter.
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The boy's feat is honored not by men alone but by hosts of celestials -- ancestors, gods, siddhas, yakshas: all creation renders praise to his valor. And he himself, wounded yet triumphant, 'shone forth like fire fed with butter' -- his wounds did not quench but fanned his radiance. It is telling that earth and heaven together join in praise of a single boy. The verse teaches that true valor calls forth a response from all that exists -- earth and heaven alike applaud it; that trials and wounds do not extinguish but kindle the radiance of a great spirit, as oil kindles flame; and that Abhimanyu, at the height of this universal praise, presents the purest image of heroism -- a moment before the tradition turns this fire fed with butter into a funeral pyre, for the summit of his glory is also the eve of his death.