मम तत्राभवन् ये तु कौरवाः पार्श्वतः स्थिताः ॥
आगता ये च युद्धं तज् जनास् तत्र दिदृक्षवः ॥
आर्तिं परमिकां जग्मुस् ते तदा मयि पातिते ॥
ततो ऽपश्यं पातितो राजसिंह; द्विजान् अष्टौ सूर्यहुताशनाभान् ॥
ते मां समन्तात् परिवार्य तस्थुः; स्वबाहुभिः परिगृह्याजिमध्ये ॥
रक्ष्यमाणश् च तैर् विप्रैर् नाहं भूमिम् उपास्पृशम् ॥
अन्तरिक्षे स्थितो ह्य् अस्मि तैर् विप्रैर् बान्धवैर् इव ॥
स्वपन्न् इवान्तरिक्षे च जलबिन्दुभिर् उक्षितः ॥
ततस् ते ब्राह्मणा राजन्न् अब्रुवन् परिगृह्य माम् ॥
मा भैर् इति समं सर्वे स्वस्ति ते ऽस्त्व् इति चासकृत् ॥
ततस् तेषाम् अहं वाग्भिस् तर्पितः सहसोत्थितः ॥
मातरं सरितां श्रेष्ठाम् अपश्यं रथम् आस्थिताम् ॥
mama tatrābhavan ye tu kauravāḥ pārśvataḥ sthitāḥ ||
āgatā ye ca yuddhaṃ taj janās tatra didṛkṣavaḥ ||
ārtiṃ paramikāṃ jagmus te tadā mayi pātite ||
tato 'paśyaṃ pātito rājasiṃha; dvijān aṣṭau sūryahutāśanābhān ||
te māṃ samantāt parivārya tasthuḥ; svabāhubhiḥ parigṛhyājimadhye ||
rakṣyamāṇaś ca tair viprair nāhaṃ bhūmim upāspṛśam ||
antarikṣe sthito hy asmi tair viprair bāndhavair iva ||
svapann ivāntarikṣe ca jalabindubhir ukṣitaḥ ||
tatas te brāhmaṇā rājann abruvan parigṛhya mām ||
mā bhair iti samaṃ sarve svasti te 'stv iti cāsakṛt ||
tatas teṣām ahaṃ vāgbhis tarpitaḥ sahasotthitaḥ ||
mātaraṃ saritāṃ śreṣṭhām apaśyaṃ ratham āsthitām ||
Those Kauravas who stood there beside me, and the people who had come to watch that battle, seeing me struck down, fell into extreme distress. Then, as I lay fallen, O lion among kings, I saw eight brahmins shining like the sun and fire. They surrounded me on every side and stood amid the battle, upholding me with their own arms. Protected by these brahmins, I did not touch the ground; I remained suspended in the air, held up by them as if by kinsmen. I seemed as one asleep in the air, sprinkled with drops of water. Then these brahmins, O king, holding me up, all together said, 'Fear not,' and again and again, 'May well-being be yours.' Comforted by their words, I rose up suddenly and beheld my mother, the foremost of rivers, standing upon her chariot.
b303d2938653 · प्रकाशित 17 जुल॰ 2026, 6:42:04 am UTC
उपलब्ध भाषाएँRUENश्लोक बदलें इन कुंजियों से
Here the battle becomes a trial not only of strength but of Bhishma's endurance before fear, loss, and the sight of death. The charioteer's death breaks the ordinary order of chariot combat: Bhishma is left without support, falls, sees himself nearly slain, yet receives protection from brahmins and from Ganga. This matters: even when a kshatriya stands firm in his vow, his life is sustained not by personal valor alone but by blessing, lineage, and unseen grace. The omens at Rama's fall show that violence between such great souls shakes the world itself. Victory here again brings no triumph; each day ends only in a halt to the fighting, while the conflict endures like a heavy karma that cannot be quickly untied.