प्रमथ्य च विषाणाग्रैः समुत्क्षिप्य च वारणैः ॥
सचक्राश् च विचक्राश् च रथैर् एव महारथाः ॥
रथाश् च रथिभिर् हीना निर्मनुष्याश् च वाजिनः ॥
हतारोहाश् च मातङ्गा दिशो जग्मुः शरातुराः ॥
जघानात्र पिता पुत्रं पुत्रश् च पितरं तथा ॥
इत्य् आसीत् तुमुलं युद्धं न प्रज्ञायत किं चन ॥
pramathya ca viṣāṇāgraiḥ samutkṣipya ca vāraṇaiḥ ||
sacakrāś ca vicakrāś ca rathair eva mahārathāḥ ||
rathāś ca rathibhir hīnā nirmanuṣyāś ca vājinaḥ ||
hatārohāś ca mātaṅgā diśo jagmuḥ śarāturāḥ ||
jaghānātra pitā putraṃ putraś ca pitaraṃ tathā ||
ity āsīt tumulaṃ yuddhaṃ na prajñāyata kiṃ cana ||
The elephants, having burst the ranks with the tips of their tusks and tossed them on high, flung the great chariot-fighters along with their chariots -- some with wheels, some without wheels. Chariots without riders, and horses left without riders, and elephants with slain riders, tormented by arrows, scattered in every direction. There the father struck down his son, and the son likewise his father; such was the battle-turmoil: nothing at all was discernible.
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उपलब्ध भाषाएँRUENश्लोक बदलें इन कुंजियों से
The height of horror is named plainly and terribly: "the father struck down his son, and the son his father." In the madness of universal confusion the most sacred bond collapses -- kinship of blood -- and a man raises his hand against his own child, not recognizing him. Here the deepest depth of fratricidal war shows itself: it destroys not only bodies but perverts nature itself, turning love into blind slaughter. It is telling that the whole Mahabharata is a war of kinsmen, and this verse is its condensed image. The verse teaches that enmity carried to its limit erases not only the distinction between one's own and the enemy, but the very bonds of blood; that there is no fall deeper than raising a hand against one's own kin through ignorance or fury; and that strife within a family is the greatest of calamities, for in it perishes not only life but the very nature of kinship.