चुक्रुशुर् दानवाश् चापि दिक्षु सर्वासु भैरवम् ॥
रुधिरं चापि वर्षन्तो विनेदुस् तोयदाम्बरे ॥
पक्षिणः पशवो गावो मुनयश् चापि सुव्रताः ॥
परमं प्रयतात्मानो न शान्तिम् उपलेभिरे ॥
भ्रान्तसर्वमहाभूतम् आवर्जितदिवाकरम् ॥
त्रैलोक्यम् अभिसंतप्तं ज्वराविष्टम् इवातुरम् ॥
cukruśur dānavāś cāpi dikṣu sarvāsu bhairavam ||
rudhiraṃ cāpi varṣanto vinedus toyadāmbare ||
pakṣiṇaḥ paśavo gāvo munayaś cāpi suvratāḥ ||
paramaṃ prayatātmāno na śāntim upalebhire ||
bhrāntasarvamahābhūtam āvarjitadivākaram ||
trailokyam abhisaṃtaptaṃ jvarāviṣṭam ivāturam ||
The Danavas too cried out terribly in every direction; and, raining down blood, the clouds thundered in the sky. Birds, beasts, cows, and sages firm in their vows, deeply composed in soul, found no peace. When all the great elements were thrown into turmoil, the sun was darkened, the three worlds were set aflame, like one afflicted, seized by fever.
331d43d52688 · 发布于 2026年7月19日 17:12:46 UTC
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A rain of blood, a darkened sun, elements in turmoil -- the three worlds are "aflame, like one seized by fever": an image of universal delirium. It is telling that even ascetics, whose very being is stillness, lose their peace: violence disturbs even those rooted in composure. The verse teaches that great evil shakes the whole order of existence, and its waves reach even the most tranquil; a fever gripping the three worlds is a visible sign that war has overstepped the measure set for creation.