摩诃婆罗多 · 7.3.1–2
॥
天城文
संजय उवाच
शरतल्पे महात्मानं शयानम् अमितौजसम् ॥
महावातसमूहेन समुद्रम् इव शोषितम् ॥
दिव्यैर् अस्त्रैर् महेष्वासं पातितं सव्यसाचिना ॥
जयाशां तव पुत्राणां संभग्नां शर्म वर्म च ॥
转写 (IAST)
saṃjaya uvāca
śaratalpe mahātmānaṃ śayānam amitaujasam ||
mahāvātasamūhena samudram iva śoṣitam ||
divyair astrair maheṣvāsaṃ pātitaṃ savyasācinā ||
jayāśāṃ tava putrāṇāṃ saṃbhagnāṃ śarma varma ca ||
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梵语IAST释义
शरतल्पेśaratalpeon a bed of arrows; on a couch of arrows
महात्मानम्mahātmānamgreat-souled; magnanimous (of Bhishma)
शयानम्śayānamlying; stretched out
अमितौजसम्amitaujasamboundlessly mighty; [one] whose strength is immeasurable
महावातसमूहेनmahāvātasamūhenaby a mighty gathering of winds [a storm]; by a great whirlwind
समुद्रम्samudramocean; [like] the sea
इवivalike; as
शोषितम्śoṣitamdried up; [like a sea] drained dry
दिव्यैःdivyaiḥdivine; heavenly
अस्त्रैःastraiḥby weapons; [by military] means
महेष्वासम्maheṣvāsamthe great archer; the mighty bowman
पातितम्pātitamfelled; struck down
सव्यसाचिनाsavyasācināby Savyasachin [Arjuna]; [by Arjuna,] who shoots with both hands
जयाशाम्jayāśāmhope of victory; expectation of victory
तवtavayour; of yours
पुत्राणाम्putrāṇāmof sons; [of] the sons
संभग्नाम्saṃbhagnāmshattered; broken
शर्मśarmarefuge; protection
वर्मvarmaarmor; mail
चcaand; also
译文
[Sanjaya describes Bhishma, lying on a bed of arrows:] the great-souled one, boundlessly mighty, stretched out on a bed of arrows like an ocean dried up by a mighty storm; the great archer, felled by Savyasachin [Arjuna] with divine weapons — he who was now the shattered hope of victory of your sons, their refuge and their armor.
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ea3d9ee50fc0 · 发布于 2026年7月19日 14:46:26 UTC
可用语言RUEN用方向键翻颂
An ocean dried up by a storm is an image of the inconceivable: how can the boundless be imagined to run dry? So too the fall of Bhishma strikes the mind with impossibility. It is telling that he was to Dhritarashtra's sons "hope, refuge, and armor" — three names of support — and all three collapsed at once: such is the price of resting one's trust on a single mortal. The verse teaches that even what seems inexhaustible is subject to decline, and that to build one's hope, protection, and stronghold on a single person is to doom oneself to utter ruin at the hour of his passing — for only the Imperishable is a refuge that never runs dry.