ततो मां शरवर्षेण महता समवाकिरत् ॥
अहं च शरवर्षेण वर्षन्तं समवाकिरम् ॥
संक्रुद्धो जामदग्न्यस् तु पुनर् एव पतत्रिणः ॥
प्रेषयाम् आस मे राजन् दीप्तास्यान् उरगान् इव ॥
तान् अहं निशितैर् भल्लैः शतशो ऽथ सहस्रशः ॥
अच्छिदं सहसा राजन्न् अन्तरिक्षे पुनः पुनः ॥
ततस् त्व् अस्त्राणि दिव्यानि जामदग्न्यः प्रतापवान् ॥
मयि प्रचोदयाम् आस तान्य् अहं प्रत्यषेधयम् ॥
अस्त्रैर् एव महाबाहो चिकीर्षन्न् अधिकां क्रियाम् ॥
ततो दिवि महान् नादः प्रादुरासीत् समन्ततः ॥
tato māṃ śaravarṣeṇa mahatā samavākirat ||
ahaṃ ca śaravarṣeṇa varṣantaṃ samavākiram ||
saṃkruddho jāmadagnyas tu punar eva patatriṇaḥ ||
preṣayām āsa me rājan dīptāsyān uragān iva ||
tān ahaṃ niśitair bhallaiḥ śataśo 'tha sahasraśaḥ ||
acchidaṃ sahasā rājann antarikṣe punaḥ punaḥ ||
tatas tv astrāṇi divyāni jāmadagnyaḥ pratāpavān ||
mayi pracodayām āsa tāny ahaṃ pratyaṣedhayam ||
astrair eva mahābāho cikīrṣann adhikāṃ kriyām ||
tato divi mahān nādaḥ prādurāsīt samantataḥ ||
Then he showered me with a great rain of arrows, and I showered him back with a rain of arrows just as great. The enraged Jamadagnya again sent winged shafts at me, O king, like serpents with blazing mouths. I, with sharp bhalla-arrows, cut them down again and again in the air, by the hundred and by the thousand. Then the mighty Jamadagnya set divine astras in motion against me, and I repelled them with astras of my own, O mighty-armed one, wishing to accomplish a still greater feat. After that, a great sound arose in the sky on every side.
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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.