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Shloka 4

Gāndhārī’s Battlefield Survey: The Fallen and the Onset of Funeral Rites (शल्य-भगीरथ-भीष्म-द्रोणादि-दर्शनम्)

अहो धिक्पश्य शल्यस्य पूर्णचन्द्रसुदर्शनम्‌ । मुखं पद्मपलाशाक्ष काकैरादष्टमव्रणम्‌,अहो! धिक्कार है। देखो न, शल्यके पूर्ण चन्द्रमाकी भाँति दर्शनीय तथा कमलदलके सदृश नेत्रोंवाले त्रणरहित मुखको कौओंने कुछ-कुछ काट दिया है

vaiśampāyana uvāca | aho dhik paśya śalyasya pūrṇacandra-sudarśanam | mukhaṁ padma-palāśākṣa kākair ādaṣṭam avraṇam ||

Vaiśampāyana nói: “Than ôi, ô nhục thay! Hãy nhìn—gương mặt của Śalya, từng đẹp như trăng rằm, đôi mắt như cánh sen, cao quý không tì vết, nay đã bị quạ mổ rách từng chỗ.”

अहोalas!/oh!
अहो:
TypeIndeclinable
Rootअहो
धिक्shame!/fie!
धिक्:
TypeIndeclinable
Rootधिक्
पश्यsee!
पश्य:
TypeVerb
Rootपश्
FormLot, imperative, 2, singular, Parasmaipada
शल्यस्यof Shalya
शल्यस्य:
TypeNoun
Rootशल्य
Formmasculine, genitive, singular
पूर्णचन्द्रसुदर्शनम्beautiful to behold like the full moon
पूर्णचन्द्रसुदर्शनम्:
Karma
TypeAdjective
Rootपूर्ण-चन्द्र-सु-दर्शन
Formneuter, accusative, singular
मुखम्face
मुखम्:
Karma
TypeNoun
Rootमुख
Formneuter, accusative, singular
पद्मपलाशाक्षhaving eyes like lotus-petals
पद्मपलाशाक्ष:
Karma
TypeAdjective
Rootपद्म-पलाश-अक्ष
Formneuter, accusative, singular
काकैःby crows
काकैः:
Karana
TypeNoun
Rootकाक
Formmasculine, instrumental, plural
आदष्टम्bitten/pecked
आदष्टम्:
TypeVerb
Rootआ-दंश्
Formpast passive participle (kta), neuter, accusative, singular, passive (participial)
अव्रणम्unwounded, without a sore
अव्रणम्:
Karma
TypeAdjective
Rootअ-व्रण
Formneuter, accusative, singular

वैशम्पायन उवाच

V
Vaiśampāyana
Ś
Śalya
C
crows (kāka)

Educational Q&A

The verse underscores the fragility of worldly glory: even a kingly, ‘moon-like’ beauty is reduced by death to a state that invites scavengers. It intensifies the ethical horror of war by showing its final, degrading aftermath rather than heroic ideals.

In the aftermath of the great battle, the narrator points to Śalya’s fallen body. He laments that Śalya’s once unblemished, handsome face—described with poetic epithets—has been pecked by crows, highlighting the battlefield’s desolation and indignity.