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 ||
Disse Sañjaya: «Ó senhor dos homens! Teu exército—elefantes, cavalos, carros e os principais heróis—foi despedaçado. O campo de batalha passou a assemelhar-se ao reino de Yama, o senhor da morte. Grandes massas de homens, cavalos e elefantes, enormes como cumes de montanha, investiram uns contra os outros e, nesse choque mútuo, encontraram o fim.»
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.