Санджая
ऋश्यवर्णान् हयान् कर्कैर् मिश्रान् मारुतरंहसः ॥
निरीक्ष्य तव पुत्राणां हाहाकृतम् अभूद् बलम् ॥
ते हया बह्व् अशोभन्त मिश्रिता वातरंहसः ॥
सितासिता महाराज यथा व्योम्नि बलाहकाः ॥
संरब्धौ क्रोधताम्राक्षौ प्रेक्ष्य कर्णवृकोदरौ ॥
संत्रस्ताः समकम्पन्त त्वदीयानां महारथाः ॥
ṛśyavarṇān hayān karkair miśrān mārutaraṃhasaḥ ||
nirīkṣya tava putrāṇāṃ hāhākṛtam abhūd balam ||
te hayā bahv aśobhanta miśritā vātaraṃhasaḥ ||
sitāsitā mahārāja yathā vyomni balāhakāḥ ||
saṃrabdhau krodhatāmrākṣau prekṣya karṇavṛkodarau ||
saṃtrastāḥ samakampanta tvadīyānāṃ mahārathāḥ ||
Beholding the horses of rishya-hue mingled with white ones, swift as the wind, the army of your sons broke into a cry of "alas." Those horses, intermingled, gleamed splendidly, swift as the wind, white and dark, O great king, as clouds in the sky. Beholding the enraged Karna and Vrikodara, their eyes coppery with wrath, the great warriors of your host trembled in terror.
53d3a36c23aa · 发布于 2026年7月19日 16:17:33 UTC
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Even one's own army is seized with dread at the sight of chieftains whose eyes are red with wrath: fury is terrible not only to enemies, but troubles the hearts of allies as well. It is telling that the fearsome clash, like clouds in the sky, is at once beautiful and pregnant with storm. The verse teaches that a leader's unbridled anger does not strengthen but shakes his own men; whoever would lead others must first master himself.