कृतवर्मा तु रभसं याज्ञसेनिं महारथम् ॥
विद्ध्वेषूणां त्रिसप्तत्या पुनर् विव्याध सप्तभिः ॥
स गाढविद्धो व्यथितो रथोपस्थ उपाविशत् ॥
विसृजन् सशरं चापं मूर्छयाभिपरिप्लुतः ॥
तं विषण्णं रथे दृष्ट्वा तावका भरतर्षभ ॥
हार्दिक्यं पूजयाम् आसुर् वासांस्य् आदुधुवुश् च ह ॥
kṛtavarmā tu rabhasaṃ yājñaseniṃ mahāratham ||
viddhveṣūṇāṃ trisaptatyā punar vivyādha saptabhiḥ ||
sa gāḍhaviddho vyathito rathopastha upāviśat ||
visṛjan saśaraṃ cāpaṃ mūrchayābhipariplutaḥ ||
taṃ viṣaṇṇaṃ rathe dṛṣṭvā tāvakā bharatarṣabha ||
hārdikyaṃ pūjayām āsur vāsāṃsy ādudhuvuś ca ha ||
But Kritavarman, having pierced the impetuous son of Yajnasena, the great warrior, with seventy-three arrows, struck him again with seven more. He, deeply pierced and tormented, sank onto the platform of his chariot, letting fall his bow and arrow, overcome by a swoon. Seeing him thus despondent in the chariot, your men, O bull among the Bharatas, praised the son of Hridika and waved their garments.
86ebee2987b6 · publicado 19 jul 2026, 16:02:23 UTC
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Even Shikhandin, the instrument of fate against Bhishma, is overpowered and sinks into unconsciousness: neither destiny nor valor grants unbroken triumph. It is fitting that even fate's chosen agent knows defeat in his hour. The verse teaches that mastery passes from hand to hand, and in battle itself there is no unshakable advantage: the one destined to slay the invincible may himself be laid low -- for fortune on the field is fickle, and today's victor tomorrow grows faint.