सुवर्णपुङ्खैर् इषुभिर् आचितौ तौ व्यरोचताम् ॥
खद्योतैर् आवृतौ राजन् प्रावृषीव वनस्पती ॥
संप्रदीपितसर्वाङ्गौ सायकैस् तौ महारथौ ॥
अदृश्येतां रणे क्रुद्धाव् उल्काभिर् इव कुञ्जरौ ॥
ततो युधि महाराज सोमदत्तो महारथः ॥
अर्धचन्द्रेण चिच्छेद माधवस्य महद् धनुः ॥
अथैनं पञ्चविंशत्या सायकानां समार्पयत् ॥
त्वरमाणस् त्वराकाले पुनश् च दशभिः शरैः ॥
suvarṇapuṅkhair iṣubhir ācitau tau vyarocatām ||
khadyotair āvṛtau rājan prāvṛṣīva vanaspatī ||
saṃpradīpitasarvāṅgau sāyakais tau mahārathau ||
adṛśyetāṃ raṇe kruddhāv ulkābhir iva kuñjarau ||
tato yudhi mahārāja somadatto mahārathaḥ ||
ardhacandreṇa ciccheda mādhavasya mahad dhanuḥ ||
athainaṃ pañcaviṃśatyā sāyakānāṃ samārpayat ||
tvaramāṇas tvarākāle punaś ca daśabhiḥ śaraiḥ ||
Studded with gold-fletched arrows, both gleamed as though covered with fireflies, O king, like two trees in the season of rains. With every limb ablaze from the arrows, those two great warriors appeared furious in battle, like two elephants driven mad by torches. Then in the fight, O great king, Somadatta, the great warrior, cut Madhava's great bow with a crescent-headed arrow. Then he showered him with twenty-five arrows, and, hurrying at the moment that called for haste, once more with ten arrows.
6e55c0a9cf1e · 发布于 2026年7月19日 16:40:45 UTC
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The image continues: the gilded arrows on the warriors' bodies are like fireflies on trees in the rain, like the torches that drive elephants into fury. It is telling that light here is not delight but torment: the glinting arrows burn, the torches inflame rage. The verse teaches that the same thing — brilliance, fire — can be both beauty and torture, depending on where it burns; and martial ardor, splendid from afar, is for the one who bears it a flame that sears from within.