स्वप्स्यन्ति निहता वीरा भूमिम् आवृत्य पार्थिवाः ॥
राजानो राजपुत्राश् च शूराः परिघबाहवः ॥
अन्तरिक्षे वराहस्य वृषदंशस्य चोभयोः ॥
प्रणादं युध्यतो रात्रौ रौद्रं नित्यं प्रलक्षये ॥
देवताप्रतिमाश् चापि कम्पन्ति च हसन्ति च ॥
वमन्ति रुधिरं चास्यैः स्विद्यन्ति प्रपतन्ति च ॥
अनाहता दुन्दुभयः प्रणदन्ति विशां पते ॥
अयुक्ताश् च प्रवर्तन्ते क्षत्रियाणां महारथाः ॥
कोकिलाः शतपत्राश् च चाषा भासाः शुकास् तथा ॥
सारसाश् च मयूराश् च वाचो मुञ्चन्ति दारुणाः ॥
गृहीतशस्त्राभरणा वर्मिणो वाजिपृष्ठगाः ॥
अरुणोदयेषु दृश्यन्ते शतशः शलभव्रजाः ॥
उभे संध्ये प्रकाशेते दिशां दाहसमन्विते ॥
आसीद् रुधिरवर्षं च अस्थिवर्षं च भारत ॥
या चैषा विश्रुता राजंस् त्रैलोक्ये साधुसंमता ॥
अरुन्धती तयाप्य् एष वसिष्ठः पृष्ठतः कृतः ॥
रोहिणीं पीडयन्न् एष स्थितो राजञ् शनैश्चरः ॥
व्यावृत्तं लक्ष्म सोमस्य भविष्यति महद् भयम् ॥
अनभ्रे च महाघोरं स्तनितं श्रूयते ऽनिशम् ॥
वाहनानां च रुदतां प्रपतन्त्य् अश्रुबिन्दवः ॥
svapsyanti nihatā vīrā bhūmim āvṛtya pārthivāḥ ||
rājāno rājaputrāś ca śūrāḥ parighabāhavaḥ ||
antarikṣe varāhasya vṛṣadaṃśasya cobhayoḥ ||
praṇādaṃ yudhyato rātrau raudraṃ nityaṃ pralakṣaye ||
devatāpratimāś cāpi kampanti ca hasanti ca ||
vamanti rudhiraṃ cāsyaiḥ svidyanti prapatanti ca ||
anāhatā dundubhayaḥ praṇadanti viśāṃ pate ||
ayuktāś ca pravartante kṣatriyāṇāṃ mahārathāḥ ||
kokilāḥ śatapatrāś ca cāṣā bhāsāḥ śukās tathā ||
sārasāś ca mayūrāś ca vāco muñcanti dāruṇāḥ ||
gṛhītaśastrābharaṇā varmiṇo vājipṛṣṭhagāḥ ||
aruṇodayeṣu dṛśyante śataśaḥ śalabhavrajāḥ ||
ubhe saṃdhye prakāśete diśāṃ dāhasamanvite ||
āsīd rudhiravarṣaṃ ca asthivarṣaṃ ca bhārata ||
yā caiṣā viśrutā rājaṃs trailokye sādhusaṃmatā ||
arundhatī tayāpy eṣa vasiṣṭhaḥ pṛṣṭhataḥ kṛtaḥ ||
rohiṇīṃ pīḍayann eṣa sthito rājañ śanaiścaraḥ ||
vyāvṛttaṃ lakṣma somasya bhaviṣyati mahad bhayam ||
anabhre ca mahāghoraṃ stanitaṃ śrūyate 'niśam ||
vāhanānāṃ ca rudatāṃ prapatanty aśrubindavaḥ ||
The slain heroes, kings, princes, and mighty-armed warriors will lie covering the earth. At night, in the sky, I constantly perceive the terrible roar of two beings locked in combat — a boar and a bull with a fierce beast. Even the images of the gods tremble, laugh, vomit blood, sweat, and fall. O lord of the peoples, unstruck drums resound of themselves, and the unyoked great chariots of the kshatriyas move on their own. Cuckoos, shatapatra birds, blue jays, bhasa birds, parrots, cranes, and peacocks utter dreadful cries. At the crimson dawns, swarms of locusts are seen by the hundreds, as though armed, adorned, clad in armor, and mounted on horseback. Both twilights blaze with fires along the quarters of the sky; O Bharata, there was a rain of blood and a rain of bones. O king, the renowned Arundhati, honored by the righteous throughout the three worlds, has placed Vasishtha behind her. O king, Saturn stands oppressing Rohini; the mark of the moon is distorted — a great danger is at hand. In a cloudless sky, a most terrible thunder is heard without ceasing, and teardrops fall from the weeping mounts.
6341bc300c58 · 发布于 2026年7月17日 20:37:17 UTC
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The final omens carry the catastrophe from the human world into the cosmic and sacred order: images of the gods tremble, the stars shift from their accustomed places, animals weep. In this way the text shows that the war of the Kurus is no private conflict. When rulers break dharma, the whole ordered world is shaken.