शरप्रहाराभिहतैर्महाबलै- रवेक्ष्यममाणै: पतितै: सहस्रश: । दिवश्ष्युतैर्भूरतिदीप्तिमद्धि- नक्त ग्रहैद्यौरमलप्रदीप्तै:
śaraprahārābhihatair mahābalair avekṣyamāṇaiḥ patitaiḥ sahasraśaḥ | divaś cyutair bhūr atidīptimadbhir naktagrahair dyauḥ amalapradīptaiḥ ||
Wika ni Śalya: “Tinamaan ng ulang-palaso, libu-libong makapangyarihang mandirigma ang nakahandusay, wala nang lakas upang lumingon. Animo’y mga bituing maningning at dalisay na nalaglag mula sa langit; at ang lupa, natakpan nila, ay nagiging marikit na parang kalangitan sa gabi na hitik sa mga tala.”
शल्य उवाच
The verse underscores the grim cost of war: even the mighty fall in heaps. Yet it also reflects the epic’s ethical tension—kṣatriya valor and duty unfold amid profound human loss, which the poet renders with awe-inspiring but unsettling beauty.
Śalya describes the battlefield after intense arrow-fire: thousands of powerful fighters have been struck and lie fallen. Their bodies, gleaming with armor and weapons, are compared to bright, pure stars fallen from the sky, making the earth resemble a star-filled night.