ततो द्रौणिः प्रहस्यैनम् उदासम् अभिभाष्य च ॥
अवाकिरत् प्रदीप्ताग्रैः शरैस् तैर् अभिमन्त्रितैः ॥
पन्नगैर् इव दीप्तास्यैर् वमद्भिर् अनलं रणे ॥
अवकीर्णो ऽभवत् पार्थः स्फुलिङ्गैर् इव काञ्चनैः ॥
तस्य रूपम् अभूद् राजन् भीमसेनस्य संयुगे ॥
खद्योतैर् आवृतस्येव पर्वतस्य दिनक्षये ॥
tato drauṇiḥ prahasyainam udāsam abhibhāṣya ca ||
avākirat pradīptāgraiḥ śarais tair abhimantritaiḥ ||
pannagair iva dīptāsyair vamadbhir analaṃ raṇe ||
avakīrṇo 'bhavat pārthaḥ sphuliṅgair iva kāñcanaiḥ ||
tasya rūpam abhūd rājan bhīmasenasya saṃyuge ||
khadyotair āvṛtasyeva parvatasya dinakṣaye ||
Then Drauni, laughing and answering him with cold disdain, showered him with those consecrated, blazing-tipped arrows. Like serpents with fiery mouths spewing flame in battle, Partha [Bhima] was showered [with arrows], as if with golden sparks. His appearance in battle, O king, was that of Bhimasena as a mountain covered with fireflies at day's end.
f4325c9c16ea · 发布于 2026年7月19日 17:08:18 UTC
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Bhima, showered with fiery arrows, is likened to a mountain swarmed with fireflies at sunset — an image of terrible beauty concealing danger. It is telling how calm Ashvatthaman is: he laughs, for he knows the power of his weapon. The verse teaches that the composure of one who truly knows is unshaken before another's fury; yet the fatal beauty of this sight also reminds us that behind the brilliance of the weapon lies an all-devouring fire that does not distinguish valor.