तथापरे द्योतमाना ज्योतींषीवाम्बरे ऽमले ॥
प्रादुरासन् महीपाल कार्ष्णायसमया गुडाः ॥
चतुर्दिशं विचित्राश् च शतघ्न्यो ऽथ हुताशदाः ॥
चक्राणि च क्षुरान्तानि मण्डलानीव भास्वतः ॥
शस्त्राकृतिभिर् आकीर्णम् अतीव भरतर्षभ ॥
दृष्ट्वान्तरिक्षम् आविग्नाः पाण्डुपाञ्चालसृञ्जयाः ॥
tathāpare dyotamānā jyotīṃṣīvāmbare 'male ||
prādurāsan mahīpāla kārṣṇāyasamayā guḍāḥ ||
caturdiśaṃ vicitrāś ca śataghnyo 'tha hutāśadāḥ ||
cakrāṇi ca kṣurāntāni maṇḍalānīva bhāsvataḥ ||
śastrākṛtibhir ākīrṇam atīva bharatarṣabha ||
dṛṣṭvāntarikṣam āvignāḥ pāṇḍupāñcālasṛñjayāḥ ||
And others, shining like lights in a clear sky, appeared, O lord of earth — balls made of black iron. Varied shataghnis ['hundred-slayers'] from every side, fire-giving, and discs with sharp edges, like the circles of the sun. The sky overfilled beyond measure with the shapes of weapons, O bull of the Bharatas — seeing that space, the Pandus, Panchalas, and Srinjayas grew alarmed.
d2125c2aaabb · 发布于 2026年7月19日 17:08:18 UTC
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The sky fills with every conceivable instrument of death — iron balls, shataghnis, discs: space itself becomes an arsenal of ruin. It is telling that the warriors are frightened not by an enemy but by the sky itself — the elements have turned against them. The verse teaches that there are forces before which valor is powerless: when creation itself threatens, courage recoils into dread; and deliverance from such terror will come not from weapons but from another, unlooked-for path.