यस्य मौलिजसंघर्षाद्घ नाव्योम त्यजंत्यपि । नीलिमानं न चाद्यापि जह्युस्तक्लेशसंगजम्
yasya maulijasaṃgharṣādgha nāvyoma tyajaṃtyapi | nīlimānaṃ na cādyāpi jahyustakleśasaṃgajam
Durch das Reiben seiner Krone verlassen nicht einmal die Wolken den Himmel; und bis jetzt legen sie ihr Blau nicht ab, das aus der von ihm verursachten Bedrängnis geboren ist.
Skanda (deduced)
Tirtha: Kāśī (Avimukta)
Type: kshetra
Listener: Bhārata
Scene: Gajāsura’s towering crown scrapes the cloud-banks; clouds churn and darken, lingering in the sky as if bruised; the air feels heavy over the sacred city.
Adharma can loom so large that it seems to color the very sky—yet it is still a temporary shadow before divine order.
Kāśī is the textual locus, but no distinct tīrtha is praised in this verse.
None.