विशीर्णनागाश्वर॒थ प्रवीरं बल॑ त्वदीयं यमराष्ट्रकल्पम् । अन्योन्यमासाद्य हत॑ महद्वि- नराश्वनागैर्गिरिकूटकल्पै:
sañjaya uvāca | viśīrṇa-nāgāśva-ratha-pravīraṃ balaṃ tvadīyaṃ yama-rāṣṭra-kalpam | anyonyam āsādya hataṃ mahad vinarāśva-nāgair giri-kūṭa-kalpaiḥ ||
Sañjaya said: “O king, your host—its elephants, horses, chariots, and foremost warriors—has been shattered. The battlefield has come to resemble the realm of Yama, lord of death. Great masses of men, horses, and mountain-peak-like elephants have rushed against one another, and in that mutual collision they have met their end.”
संजय उवाच
The verse underscores the catastrophic cost of war: when armies collide in rage and rivalry, the field becomes ‘like Yama’s realm,’ reminding the listener of impermanence and the ethical gravity of violence, even within a kṣatriya context.
Sañjaya reports to the king that the king’s forces have been devastated—elephants, horses, chariots, and leading fighters are broken; huge elephants and mixed ranks crash into each other, resulting in widespread death.