摩诃婆罗多
Jayadratha-vadha-parva (sapta-bhrātṛ-vadha): The Death of the Seven Brothers7.112.23–25
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तो वामे कौन्तेयः पीयित्वा रानम्
मुष्टिना पाण्डवो राजन् दृढे सुरिष्कृतम्
नुष्यतां ज्ञात्वा प्त संधा साकान्
तेभ्यो व्यसृजद् स्तः सूर्यश्मिनिभान् प्रभुः
निस्यन्न् देहेभ्यस् यानाम् सूंस्
भीसेनो हारा पूर्ववैरम् नुस्मरन्

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tato mena kaunteyaḥ ḍayitvā śasanam ||
muṣṭi ṇḍavo jan dṛḍhena supariṣkṛtam ||
manuṣyasamatāṃ jñātvā sapta saṃdhāya yakān ||
tebhyo vyasṛjad āyastaḥ ryaraśminibhān prabhuḥ ||
nirasyann iva dehebhyas tanam asūṃs tava ||
bhīmaseno maja rvavairam anusmaran ||

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ततः वामेन कौन्तेयःtataḥ vāmena kaunteyaḥthen with [his] left [hand], Kaunteya; then with his left [hand], Kaunteya
पीडयित्वा शरासनम्pīḍayitvā śarāsanamhaving gripped [his] bow; having clenched [his] bow
मुष्टिना पाण्डवः राजन्muṣṭinā pāṇḍavaḥ rājanwith [his] fist, the Pandava, O king; with his fist, the Pandava, O king
दृढेन सुपरिष्कृतम्dṛḍhena supariṣkṛtamfirm, excellently adorned; firm, [the bow] excellently adorned
मनुष्यसमताम् ज्ञात्वाmanuṣyasamatām jñātvā[their] equality [with] men having recognized; understanding that they were but [mortal] men
सप्त संधाय सायकान्sapta saṃdhāya sāyakānhaving fitted seven arrows; having fitted seven arrows
तेभ्यः व्यसृजत् आयस्तःtebhyaḥ vyasṛjat āyastaḥloosed [at] them, having drawn taut; loosed at them, having drawn taut
सूर्यरश्मिनिभान् प्रभुःsūryaraśminibhān prabhuḥresembling [the] sun's rays, the lord; resembling the sun's rays, the mighty one
निरस्यन् इव देहेभ्यःnirasyan iva dehebhyaḥas if driving out [from their] bodies; as though wresting from [their] bodies
तनयानाम् असून् तवtanayānām asūn tavathe lives of your sons; the lives of your sons
भीमसेनः महाराजbhīmasenaḥ mahārājaBhimasena, O great king; Bhimasena, O great king
पूर्ववैरम् अनुस्मरन्pūrvavairam anusmaranremembering the old enmity; recalling the old enmity
译文

Then, gripping his splendidly adorned bow firm in his left hand with a strong fist, the Pandava Kaunteya, O king, recognizing that they were mere mortal men like any others, fitted seven arrows and, having drawn taut, loosed them, resembling rays of the sun — as if driving the life out of the bodies of your sons, the mighty Bhimasena, O great king, remembering the old enmity.

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