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महाभारत · 7.76.24–25
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शस्त्रौघान् महतो मुक्तौ द्रोणहार्दिक्यरक्षितान् ॥
रोचमानाव् अदृश्येताम् इन्द्राग्न्योः सदृशौ रणे ॥
उद्भिन्नरुधिरौ कृष्णौ भारद्वाजस्य सायकैः ॥
शितैश् चितौ व्यरोचेतां कर्णिकारैर् इवाचलौ ॥
लिप्यंतरण (IAST)
śastraughān mahato muktau droṇahārdikyarakṣitān ||
rocamānāv adṛśyetām indrāgnyoḥ sadṛśau raṇe ||
udbhinnarudhirau kṛṣṇau bhāradvājasya sāyakaiḥ ||
śitaiś citau vyarocetāṃ karṇikārair ivācalau ||
शब्दशः अर्थ
संस्कृतIASTअर्थ
शस्त्रौघात् महतः मुक्तौśastraughāt mahataḥ muktaufreed [from] the great torrent of weapons; emerged from the great torrent of weapons
द्रोणहार्दिक्यरक्षितात्droṇahārdikyarakṣitātguarded by Drona and Hardikya; guarded by Drona and Hardikya
रोचमानौ अदृश्येताम्rocamānau adṛśyetāmshining, they appeared; shining, they appeared
इन्द्राग्न्योः सदृशौ रणेindrāgnyoḥ sadṛśau raṇelike Indra and Agni in battle; like Indra and Agni in the fight
उद्भिन्नरुधिरौ कृष्णौudbhinnarudhirau kṛṣṇaubloodied, the two Krishnas; bloodied, the two Krishnas
भारद्वाजस्य सायकैःbhāradvājasya sāyakaiḥby the arrows of Bharadvaja [Drona]; by the arrows of Drona
शितैः चितौ व्यरोचेताम्śitaiḥ citau vyarocetāmstudded with sharp [shafts], they shone; studded with sharp shafts, they shone
कर्णिकारैः इव अचलौkarṇikāraiḥ iva acalaulike two mountains [covered] with karnikara blossoms; like two mountains covered in karnikara blossoms
अनुवाद
Freed from the great torrent of weapons, guarded by Drona and Hardikya, shining, they appeared, like Indra and Agni in battle. Bloodied, the two Krishnas, studded with the sharp arrows of Bharadvaja [Drona], shone like two mountains covered with karnikara blossoms.
संस्करण
55f4fd547161 · प्रकाशित 19 जुल॰ 2026, 3:52:56 pm UTC
उपलब्ध भाषाएँRUENश्लोक बदलें इन कुंजियों से
Bloodied, studded with arrows, the two shine "karṇikāraiḥ iva acalau", like mountains blooming with red karnikara flowers. Wounds are turned into blossoming. It is telling that the Lord Himself is shown wounded — He shares the ordeal of battle with His devotee. The verse teaches that suffering accepted in a righteous cause is transfigured into beauty: wounds become like red flowers upon a mountain; and the Lord does not stand apart from the suffering of His own — bloodied beside His devotee, He sanctifies the very pain, turning it into the semblance of blossoming glory.