वासुदेवो ऽपि धर्मात्मा करिष्यत्य् आत्मनः क्षमम् ॥
उपदेष्टुं समर्थो ऽयं लोकस्य किम् उतात्मनः ॥
संग्रामस् तु न कर्तव्यः सर्वसैन्यान् ब्रवीमि वः ॥
अहं हि सह सोदर्यैः प्रवेक्ष्ये हव्यवाहनम् ॥
भीष्मद्रोणार्णवं तीर्त्वा संग्रामं भीरुदुस्तरम् ॥
अवसत्स्याम्य् असलिले सगणो द्रौणिगोष्पदे ॥
vāsudevo 'pi dharmātmā kariṣyaty ātmanaḥ kṣamam ||
upadeṣṭuṃ samartho 'yaṃ lokasya kim utātmanaḥ ||
saṃgrāmas tu na kartavyaḥ sarvasainyān bravīmi vaḥ ||
ahaṃ hi saha sodaryaiḥ pravekṣye havyavāhanam ||
bhīṣmadroṇārṇavaṃ tīrtvā saṃgrāmaṃ bhīrudustaram ||
avasatsyāmy asalile sagaṇo drauṇigoṣpade ||
'And Vasudeva, righteous of soul, will do what befits himself; he is able to instruct the world, let alone himself. The battle should not be waged — I say this to all the warriors; I, with my own brothers, shall enter the fire. Having crossed the ocean-battle of Bhishma and Drona, uncrossable for the timid, I shall drown in the waterless hoofprint-puddle of Drauni [perish in the small, having crossed the great].'
b1c00bc52b6c · publicado 19 jul 2026, 17:08:18 UTC
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Yudhishthira drops a bitter image: having swum the oceans of Bhishma and Drona, to drown in a puddle — a hoofprint. It is telling how he recognizes the absurdity of such an end: the greatest is overcome, yet death threatens from the smallest. The verse teaches that fate is mocking — one who has survived great dangers may fall to a trifling one; and he who thinks himself at the goal, having crossed the storm, must not lose vigilance at the very shore, for even a small puddle drowns the careless.