कङ्कगृध्रमहाग्राहां नैकायुधझषाकुलाम् ॥
रथक्षिप्तमहावप्रां पताकारुचिरद्रुमाम् ॥
शरमीनां महारौद्रां प्रासशक्त्युग्रडुण्डुभाम् ॥
मज्जामांसमहापङ्कां कबन्धावर्जितोडुपाम् ॥
केशशैवलकल्माषां भीरूणां कश्मलावहाम् ॥
नागेन्द्रहययोधानां शरीरव्ययसंभवाम् ॥
शोणितौघमहावेगां द्रौणिः प्रावर्तयन् नदीम् ॥
योधार्तरवनिर्घोषां क्षतजोर्मिसमाकुलाम् ॥
प्रायाद् अतिमहाघोरं यमक्षयमहोदधिम् ॥
निहत्य राक्षसान् बाणैर् द्रौणिर् हैडिम्बम् आर्दयत् ॥
kaṅkagṛdhramahāgrāhāṃ naikāyudhajhaṣākulām ||
rathakṣiptamahāvaprāṃ patākāruciradrumām ||
śaramīnāṃ mahāraudrāṃ prāsaśaktyugraḍuṇḍubhām ||
majjāmāṃsamahāpaṅkāṃ kabandhāvarjitoḍupām ||
keśaśaivalakalmāṣāṃ bhīrūṇāṃ kaśmalāvahām ||
nāgendrahayayodhānāṃ śarīravyayasaṃbhavām ||
śoṇitaughamahāvegāṃ drauṇiḥ prāvartayan nadīm ||
yodhārtaravanirghoṣāṃ kṣatajormisamākulām ||
prāyād atimahāghoraṃ yamakṣayamahodadhim ||
nihatya rākṣasān bāṇair drauṇir haiḍimbam ārdayat ||
[A river of blood:] with herons and vultures for its crocodiles, full of weapons for its fish, its high banks made of cast-down chariots, its lovely trees the banners, its fish the arrows, most terrible, its fearsome serpents the prasas and shaktis, its great mire of marrow and flesh, its rafts the headless trunks, mottled with hair for water-weeds, bringing faintness on the fainthearted, arisen from the destruction of the bodies of lordly elephants, horses, and warriors — that river, with the great onrush of a flood of blood, Drauni set flowing, roaring with the anguished cries of warriors, full of waves of blood; it rushed onward into the most terrible, great ocean of Yama's abode. Having slain the rakshasas with his arrows, Drauni harassed Haidimba [Ghatotkacha].
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An extended image of a river of blood — where everything living and man-made becomes its ghastly inhabitants — flowing into the ocean of Yama. It is telling that this "wondrous" picture is only a poetic name for a mountain of corpses. The verse teaches us to see behind the majestic image its dreadful substance; and the river flowing into the ocean of death is the outcome of every battle, however the poet clothes it in cosmic comparisons — its essence remains blood and destruction.