वसात्यं निहतं दृष्ट्वा क्रुद्धाः क्षत्रियपुंगवाः ॥
परिवव्रुस् तदा राजंस् तव पौत्रं जिघांसवः ॥
विस्फारयन्तश् चापानि नानारूपाण्य् अनेकशः ॥
तद् युद्धम् अभवद् रौद्रं सौभद्रस्यारिभिः सह ॥
तेषां शरान् सेष्वसनाञ् शरीराणि शिरांसि च ॥
सकुण्डलानि स्रग्वीणि क्रुद्धश् चिच्छेद फाल्गुनिः ॥
vasātyaṃ nihataṃ dṛṣṭvā kruddhāḥ kṣatriyapuṃgavāḥ ||
parivavrus tadā rājaṃs tava pautraṃ jighāṃsavaḥ ||
visphārayantaś cāpāni nānārūpāṇy anekaśaḥ ||
tad yuddham abhavad raudraṃ saubhadrasyāribhiḥ saha ||
teṣāṃ śarān seṣvasanāñ śarīrāṇi śirāṃsi ca ||
sakuṇḍalāni sragvīṇi kruddhaś ciccheda phālguniḥ ||
Seeing the Vasati struck down, the enraged warrior-kshatriyas then, O king, encircled your grandson, eager to slay him. Stringing their various bows in countless numbers, that terrible battle of the son of Subhadra with the enemy broke out. Their arrows together with bows, bodies, and heads with earrings, in garlands, the son of Phalguna, in rage, hewed off.
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Behind each fallen man new avengers rise — the death of the Vasati only multiplies enemies: such is the self-perpetuating circle of war, where death breeds death. And the boy, surrounded, hews off "heads with earrings, in garlands" — adorned for life, cut down in battle. It is significant that the tradition even here mourns the beauty of the fallen through the image of earrings and garlands. The verse teaches that violence perpetuates itself: each slain man calls forth avengers, and the circle of death does not close; that war destroys those adorned for life, turning garlands into funeral wreaths; and that the tradition, never tiring of recalling earrings and garlands on severed heads, reminds us each time: behind the dry count of the fallen lie cut-off lives, beautiful and beloved.