स ताम्रनयनः क्रोधाच् छ्वसन्न् इव महोरगः ॥
बभौ कर्णः शरान् अस्यन् रश्मिवान् इव भास्करः ॥
रश्मिजालैर् इवार्कस्य विततैर् भरतर्षभ ॥
कर्णचापच्युतैर् बाणैः प्राच्छाद्यत वृकोदरः ॥
कर्णचापच्युताश् चित्राः शरा बर्हिणवाससः ॥
विविशुः सर्वतः पार्थं वासायेवाण्डजा द्रुमम् ॥
sa tāmranayanaḥ krodhāc chvasann iva mahoragaḥ ||
babhau karṇaḥ śarān asyan raśmivān iva bhāskaraḥ ||
raśmijālair ivārkasya vitatair bharatarṣabha ||
karṇacāpacyutair bāṇaiḥ prācchādyata vṛkodaraḥ ||
karṇacāpacyutāś citrāḥ śarā barhiṇavāsasaḥ ||
viviśuḥ sarvataḥ pārthaṃ vāsāyevāṇḍajā drumam ||
He, his eyes turned copper-red with anger, hissing like a great serpent, Karna shone, hurling his arrows, like the radiant sun. As if with the spread nets of the sun's rays, O bull among the Bharatas, Vrikodara was enveloped by the arrows flying from Karna's bow. The wondrous arrows from Karna's bow, feathered with peacock plumes, pierced Partha from every side, like birds settling into a tree to roost.
eaadd01f63c4 · 发布于 2026年7月19日 16:25:13 UTC
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Karna shines like the sun, casting his arrows as rays — a fearsome beauty in which brilliance and death cannot be parted. It is telling that the arrows are likened to birds settling into a tree for the night: the poet clothes a wounding in an image of rest, throwing into relief the double nature of battle. The verse teaches that death hides within a majestic form; one who shines like a heavenly body spends not light but death, however beautiful the image may be.