तत्तपोग्निशिखादाव चुंबितम्लानकाननम् । तच्छांत्युदसुधावर्षसंसिक्ताखिलभूरुहम
tattapogniśikhādāva cuṃbitamlānakānanam | tacchāṃtyudasudhāvarṣasaṃsiktākhilabhūruhama
Aquel bosque quedó abrasado y marchito, como si lo hubiera besado la llama del fuego de su tapas; y, sin embargo, todos sus árboles fueron de nuevo bañados, como por una lluvia de néctar derramada desde su paz.
Narrator (Purāṇic voice; likely Sūta/Lomaharṣaṇa)
Tirtha: Dharmāraṇya
Type: kshetra
Scene: A forest canopy droops, leaves browned as if licked by invisible flames; simultaneously, a cool, luminous ‘nectar rain’ descends from the ascetic’s calm, reviving trees—half the scene warm and scorched, half cool and renewed.
Tapas can be fierce like fire, but its culmination is śānti—cooling, nourishing, and life-giving like nectar.
Dharmāraṇya’s sanctity is implied through the transformation of its forest by ascetic power.
None; the verse teaches through symbolism rather than instruction.