ततो वायुर्ववौ रूक्षो बहुशर्करपांशुलः । सम्मुखो निमिमातंगोऽकंपनोऽचलकंपनः । स्रुतरक्तो बभौ शैलो घनधातुह्रदो यता
tato vāyurvavau rūkṣo bahuśarkarapāṃśulaḥ | sammukho nimimātaṃgo'kaṃpano'calakaṃpanaḥ | srutarakto babhau śailo ghanadhātuhrado yatā
Lalu bertiuplah angin yang kasar, sarat dengan kerikil dan debu. Di hadapan mereka berdiri Nimi—laksana gajah di antara para pahlawan—tidak tergoncang, namun menggoncangkan gunung; darah mengalir darinya, dan ia tampak seperti tebing batu yang berjalur bijih pekat serta kolam-kolam merah.
Lomaharṣaṇa (Sūta), narrating to the sages
Scene: A gritty windstorm whips gravel and dust across the field; Nimi stands front-facing, immovable, yet his presence seems to shake mountains; blood streams over him like red mineral veins on a dark cliff with ore-rich pools.
The verse praises steadfastness under adversity—remaining unshaken while confronting chaos.
No tīrtha is praised; this is a poetic battlefield description.
None.