ततश् चन्द्रार्धबिम्बेन शरेण नतपर्वणा ॥
बिभेद हृदयं राज्ञो भगदत्तस्य पाण्डवः ॥
स भिन्नहृदयो राजा भगदत्तः किरीटिना ॥
शरासनं शरांश् चैव गतासुः प्रमुमोच ह ॥
शिरसस् तस्य विभ्रष्टः पपात च वराङ्कुशः ॥
नालताडनविभ्रष्टं पलाशं नलिनाद् इव ॥
स हेममाली तपनीयभाण्डात्; पपात नागाद् गिरिसंनिकाशात् ॥
सुपुष्पितो मारुतवेगरुग्णो; महीधराग्राद् इव कर्णिकारः ॥
निहत्य तं नरपतिम् इन्द्रविक्रमं; सखायम् इन्द्रस्य तथैन्द्रिर् आहवे ॥
ततो ऽपरांस् तव जयकाङ्क्षिणो नरान्; बभञ्ज वायुर् बलवान् द्रुमान् इव ॥
tataś candrārdhabimbena śareṇa nataparvaṇā ||
bibheda hṛdayaṃ rājño bhagadattasya pāṇḍavaḥ ||
sa bhinnahṛdayo rājā bhagadattaḥ kirīṭinā ||
śarāsanaṃ śarāṃś caiva gatāsuḥ pramumoca ha ||
śirasas tasya vibhraṣṭaḥ papāta ca varāṅkuśaḥ ||
nālatāḍanavibhraṣṭaṃ palāśaṃ nalinād iva ||
sa hemamālī tapanīyabhāṇḍāt; papāta nāgād girisaṃnikāśāt ||
supuṣpito mārutavegarugṇo; mahīdharāgrād iva karṇikāraḥ ||
nihatya taṃ narapatim indravikramaṃ; sakhāyam indrasya tathaindrir āhave ||
tato 'parāṃs tava jayakāṅkṣiṇo narān; babhañja vāyur balavān drumān iva ||
Then, with a well-fashioned arrow shaped like a half-moon, the Pandava pierced the heart of King Bhagadatta. He, his heart pierced, King Bhagadatta, struck down by the Diademed one, lifeless, let fall his bow and arrows. Slipping from his head, the excellent goad fell, like a leaf knocked from a lotus by the blow of its stalk. He, adorned with golden garlands and an ornament of pure gold, fell from his elephant, huge as a mountain — like a richly flowering karnikara tree, broken by the force of the wind, falling from a mountaintop. Having slain that king of Indra's valor, the friend of Indra, in battle, the son of Indra then crushed the rest of your men who longed for victory, as a mighty wind breaks trees.
2bd2c362b26d · प्रकाशित 19 जुल॰ 2026, 3:11:21 pm UTC
उपलब्ध भाषाएँRUENश्लोक बदलें इन कुंजियों से
The narrative crowns Bhagadatta's fall with images of flowers: the goad slips off 'like a leaf from a lotus,' and the king himself falls 'like a richly flowering karnikara tree, broken by the wind, from a mountaintop.' The death of a formidable warrior is clothed in the beauty of a blossom cut down in full bloom — sorrowful and luminous at once. It is significant that the friend of Indra is slain by the son of Indra: the circle closes, and the prophecy is fulfilled. The verse teaches that in every fallen one, even an enemy, the narrative sees a broken beauty — a flower struck down by the wind; that the greatness of the dying deserves mournful contemplation, not gloating; and that a death which cuts life off in its very bloom is not a triumph but a sorrow — which is why even of the formidable asura, friend of Indra, it is spoken of as one speaks of the fall of a beautiful tree that flowered on a summit and fell before the wind.