ततोऽस्त्रविस्फुलिंगांकं तमः शुक्लं व्यजायत । प्रोत्फुल्लारुणपद्मौघं शरदीवामलं सरः
tato'stravisphuliṃgāṃkaṃ tamaḥ śuklaṃ vyajāyata | protphullāruṇapadmaughaṃ śaradīvāmalaṃ saraḥ
Alors les ténèbres—marquées des étincelles de l’arme—devinrent blanches; telles un lac d’automne sans tache, rempli de lotus rouges épanouis.
Sūta (Lomaharṣaṇa) speaking to the sages (deduced)
Type: kund
Scene: Darkness flecked with sparks turns into a luminous whiteness; the scene resembles a pristine autumn lake, its surface calm and bright, crowded with fully blossomed red lotuses.
When dharmic radiance arises, even what seemed like oppressive darkness can be transfigured into clarity and auspiciousness.
No named tīrtha; the ‘autumn lake’ is a poetic comparison, not a geographic identification.
None.