संजय उवाच
ततः स कदनं चक्रे रिपूणां द्रोणनन्दनः ॥
युगान्ते सर्वभूतानां कालसृष्ट इवान्तकः ॥
ध्वजद्रुमं शस्त्रशृङ्गं हतनागमहाशिलम् ॥
अश्वकिंपुरुषाकीर्णं शरासनलतावृतम् ॥
शूलक्रव्यादसंघुष्टं भूतयक्षगणाकुलम् ॥
निहत्य शात्रवान् भल्लैः सो ऽचिनोद् देहपर्वतम् ॥
saṃjaya uvāca
tataḥ sa kadanaṃ cakre ripūṇāṃ droṇanandanaḥ ||
yugānte sarvabhūtānāṃ kālasṛṣṭa ivāntakaḥ ||
dhvajadrumaṃ śastraśṛṅgaṃ hatanāgamahāśilam ||
aśvakiṃpuruṣākīrṇaṃ śarāsanalatāvṛtam ||
śūlakravyādasaṃghuṣṭaṃ bhūtayakṣagaṇākulam ||
nihatya śātravān bhallaiḥ so 'cinod dehaparvatam ||
Then the son of Drona wrought destruction upon his enemies, like Antaka sent by Kala at the end of the yuga for all beings. The field grew — with banners for trees and weapons for peaks, with slain elephants for boulders, strewn with horses and kinnaras, entwined with bows for vines, resounding with spears and flesh-eating beasts, swarming with hosts of bhutas and yakshas — and having slain the enemies with bhalla arrows, he heaped up a mountain of bodies.
4adcea4df449 · 发布于 2026年7月19日 17:08:18 UTC
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The poet turns the battlefield into a monstrous forest-mountain: banners become trees, weapons become peaks, fallen elephants become boulders. It is telling that beauty of image serves horror here — the aesthetics of destruction only underscore its unnaturalness. The verse teaches that war twists the very shape of the world, turning the living into a heap; and the 'mountain of bodies' piled by one warrior is a measure not of his glory but of the abyss into which unappeased vengeance drags him.