त एनं संपरिष्वज्य शनैर् आश्वासयंस् तदा ॥
पाणिभिर् जलशीतैश् च जयाशीर्भिश् च कौरव ॥
ततः स विह्वलो वाक्यं राम उत्थाय माब्रवीत् ॥
तिष्ठ भीष्म हतो ऽसीति बाणं संधाय कार्मुके ॥
स मुक्तो न्यपतत् तूर्णं पार्श्वे सव्ये महाहवे ॥
येनाहं भृशसंविग्नो व्याघूर्णित इव द्रुमः ॥
हत्वा हयांस् ततो राजञ् शीघ्रास्त्रेण महाहवे ॥
अवाकिरन् मां विश्रब्धो बाणैस् तैर् लोमवाहिभिः ॥
ततो ऽहम् अपि शीघ्रास्त्रं समरे ऽप्रतिवारणम् ॥
अवासृजं महाबाहो ते ऽन्तराधिष्ठिताः शराः ॥
रामस्य मम चैवाशु व्योमावृत्य समन्ततः ॥
ta enaṃ saṃpariṣvajya śanair āśvāsayaṃs tadā ||
pāṇibhir jalaśītaiś ca jayāśīrbhiś ca kaurava ||
tataḥ sa vihvalo vākyaṃ rāma utthāya mābravīt ||
tiṣṭha bhīṣma hato 'sīti bāṇaṃ saṃdhāya kārmuke ||
sa mukto nyapatat tūrṇaṃ pārśve savye mahāhave ||
yenāhaṃ bhṛśasaṃvigno vyāghūrṇita iva drumaḥ ||
hatvā hayāṃs tato rājañ śīghrāstreṇa mahāhave ||
avākiran māṃ viśrabdho bāṇais tair lomavāhibhiḥ ||
tato 'ham api śīghrāstraṃ samare 'prativāraṇam ||
avāsṛjaṃ mahābāho te 'ntarādhiṣṭhitāḥ śarāḥ ||
rāmasya mama caivāśu vyomāvṛtya samantataḥ ||
They embraced him and slowly revived him with hands cooled by water and with blessings of victory, O Kauravya. Then Rama, still shaken, rose up and said to me, fitting an arrow to his bow: 'Stand, Bhishma, you are slain!' The arrow, once loosed, swiftly struck me on my left side in that great battle, and from it I reeled violently, like a tree shaken to and fro. Then, having slain my horses with a swift astra, he confidently showered me with arrows that made the hair stand on end, O king. Then I too loosed an irresistible swift astra in that battle, O mighty-armed one; those arrows, meeting between Rama and me, quickly covered the whole sky on every side.
debfd3fd77e9 · 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.