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Jayadratha-vadha-parva (subhadrā-vilāpa) (The Lament of Subhadrā)7.55.17–19
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摩诃婆罗多 · 7.55.17–19
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इमां ते तरुणीं भार्यां त्वदाधिभिर् अभिप्लुताम् ॥
कथं संधारयिष्यामि विवत्साम् इव धेनुकाम् ॥
अहो ह्य् अकाले प्रस्थानं कृतवान् असि पुत्रक ॥
विहाय फलकाले मां सुगृद्धां तव दर्शने ॥
नूनं गतिः कृतान्तस्य प्राज्ञैर् अपि सुदुर्विदा ॥
यत्र त्वं केशवे नाथे संग्रामे ऽनाथवद् धतः ॥

转写 (IAST)

imāṃ te taruṇīṃ bhāryāṃ tvadādhibhir abhiplutām ||
kathaṃ saṃdhārayiṣyāmi vivatsām iva dhenukām ||
aho hy akāle prasthānaṃ kṛtavān asi putraka ||
vihāya phalakāle māṃ sugṛddhāṃ tava darśane ||
nūnaṃ gatiḥ kṛtāntasya prājñair api sudurvidā ||
yatra tvaṃ keśave nāthe saṃgrāme 'nāthavad dhataḥ ||

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इमाम् ते तरुणीम् भार्याम्imām te taruṇīm bhāryāmthis young wife of yours; this young wife of yours
त्वदाधिभिः अभिप्लुताम्tvadādhibhiḥ abhiplutāmoverwhelmed by longing for you; flooded with longing for you
कथम् संधारयिष्यामिkatham saṃdhārayiṣyāmihow shall I sustain [comfort, keep alive]; how shall I preserve
विवत्साम् इव धेनुकाम्vivatsām iva dhenukāmlike a cow bereft of her calf; as a cow bereft of her calf
अहो हि अकाले प्रस्थानम्aho hi akāle prasthānamoh, an untimely departure; oh, an untimely departure [of yours]
कृतवान् असि पुत्रकkṛtavān asi putrakayou have made, my little son; you have made, my son
विहाय फलकाले माम्vihāya phalakāle māmforsaking me in the season of fruit [while I awaited its fruit]; forsaking me in the season of fruit
सुगृद्धाम् तव दर्शनेsugṛddhām tava darśanelonging to see you; longing to see you
नूनम् गतिः कृतान्तस्यnūnam gatiḥ kṛtāntasyasurely, the path of Fate [Death-the-Ender]; surely, the path of Fate
प्राज्ञैः अपि सुदुर्विदाprājñaiḥ api sudurvidāhard to fathom even for the wise; incomprehensible even to the wise
यत्र त्वम् केशवे नाथेyatra tvam keśave nāthe[there,] where you, with Keshava as protector; where you, with Keshava as guardian
संग्रामे अनाथवत् हतःsaṃgrāme anāthavat hataḥwere slain in battle, as if defenseless; were struck down in combat, like one defenseless
译文

"This young wife of yours, overwhelmed by longing for you — how shall I sustain her, like a cow bereft of her calf? Oh, my son, you have made an untimely departure, forsaking me in the season of fruit, longing to see you. Surely the path of Fate is incomprehensible even to the wise — there, where you, with Keshava as protector, were struck down in battle as if defenseless."

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