भीष्म उवाच
आत्मनस् तु ततः सूतो हयानां च विशां पते ॥
मम चापनयाम् आस शल्यान् कुशलसंमतः ॥
स्नातोपवृत्तैस् तुरगैर् लब्धतोयैर् अविह्वलैः ॥
प्रभात उदिते सूर्ये ततो युद्धम् अवर्तत ॥
दृष्ट्वा मां तूर्णम् आयान्तं दंशितं स्यन्दने स्थितम् ॥
अकरोद् रथम् अत्यर्थं रामः सज्जं प्रतापवान् ॥
ततो ऽहं रामम् आयान्तं दृष्ट्वा समरकाङ्क्षिणम् ॥
धनुःश्रेष्ठं समुत्सृज्य सहसावतरं रथात् ॥
अभिवाद्य तथैवाहं रथम् आरुह्य भारत ॥
युयुत्सुर् जामदग्न्यस्य प्रमुखे वीतभीः स्थितः ॥
bhīṣma uvāca
ātmanas tu tataḥ sūto hayānāṃ ca viśāṃ pate ||
mama cāpanayām āsa śalyān kuśalasaṃmataḥ ||
snātopavṛttais turagair labdhatoyair avihvalaiḥ ||
prabhāta udite sūrye tato yuddham avartata ||
dṛṣṭvā māṃ tūrṇam āyāntaṃ daṃśitaṃ syandane sthitam ||
akarod ratham atyarthaṃ rāmaḥ sajjaṃ pratāpavān ||
tato 'haṃ rāmam āyāntaṃ dṛṣṭvā samarakāṅkṣiṇam ||
dhanuḥśreṣṭhaṃ samutsṛjya sahasāvataraṃ rathāt ||
abhivādya tathaivāhaṃ ratham āruhya bhārata ||
yuyutsur jāmadagnyasya pramukhe vītabhīḥ sthitaḥ ||
Bhishma said: Then my skilled charioteer, O lord of the people, drew the arrows out of himself, out of the horses, and out of me. When the horses had been bathed, had rested, had drunk water, and were no longer weary, at dawn, with the rising of the sun, the battle resumed. Seeing me swiftly approaching, clad in armor and standing on my chariot, the mighty Rama at once made his chariot ready. Then, seeing Rama coming forward, eager for battle, I set aside my excellent bow and suddenly climbed down from the chariot. Having bowed to him, I mounted the chariot once more, O Bharata, and, eager to fight, stood fearlessly before Jamadagnya.
e15570f02fa7 · 发布于 2026年7月17日 06:42:04 UTC
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This chapter continues to unfold the double nature of this duel: outwardly a contest between two unsurpassed warriors, but inwardly a test of the capacity to remember dharma amid the fury of battle. Bhishma bows to Rama once more before standing against him, showing that reverence for one's teacher does not vanish even in combat. The exchange of astras raises the fight to a cosmic scale: the sky is closed over with arrows, fire arises, the world shudders at Rama's fall. Yet behind this power lies a troubling truth: when knowledge and vow are turned into weapons, nature itself answers with turmoil. The close of day again halts the battle, like a boundary reminding us that even the sternest kshatriya resolve must have a limit.