क्लिश्यमानेषु सैन्येषु वध्यमानेषु राजसु ॥
अमर्षवशम् आपन्नाः पाञ्चाला विमुखाभवन् ॥
तेषु किं चित् प्रभग्नेषु विमुखेषु सपत्नजित् ॥
दिव्यम् अस्त्रं विकुर्वाणो बभूवार्क इवोदितः ॥
स मध्यं प्राप्य पाण्डूनां शररश्मिः प्रतापवान् ॥
मध्यंगत इवादित्यो दुष्प्रेक्ष्यस् ते पिताभवत् ॥
kliśyamāneṣu sainyeṣu vadhyamāneṣu rājasu ||
amarṣavaśam āpannāḥ pāñcālā vimukhābhavan ||
teṣu kiṃ cit prabhagneṣu vimukheṣu sapatnajit ||
divyam astraṃ vikurvāṇo babhūvārka ivoditaḥ ||
sa madhyaṃ prāpya pāṇḍūnāṃ śararaśmiḥ pratāpavān ||
madhyaṃgata ivādityo duṣprekṣyas te pitābhavat ||
"When the armies were worn out, when kings were being slaughtered, the Panchalas, overcome by wrath [helplessness], turned back. When they were somewhat broken and had turned away, [Drona], the conqueror of rivals, displaying a divine weapon, became like the risen sun. He, having reached the midst of the Pandu forces, with arrow-rays, terrible, like the sun at its zenith, became hard to look upon -- your father [Drona]."
ab1a19e6f617 · publicado 19 jul 2026, 17:08:17 UTC
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Drona is likened to the noonday sun -- blazing, unconquerable, impossible to look upon: the peak of his power comes just before the sunset. It is telling that the highest ascent precedes the fall: the image of the zenith already carries within it the coming descent. The verse teaches that even in the most dazzling triumph a turning of the wheel lies hidden; and he who stands at the zenith is nearest to descent -- so the wise are not seduced by the brilliance of a moment.