*The Heroic Ballad of the Battle of Navsari* *Pulakeshi vs the Arab Umayyads – A Song of Victory* скачать в хорошем качестве

*The Heroic Ballad of the Battle of Navsari* *Pulakeshi vs the Arab Umayyads – A Song of Victory*

*The Heroic Ballad of the Battle of Navsari* *Pulakeshi vs the Arab Umayyads – A Song of Victory* (A Classical Heroic Poetic Rendering) *A.D. 712 – Based on the Navsari Inscription* Hear now, O listeners, the tale of valor, Let the drums of war resound! Upon the sacred soil of Navsari A blazing legend once was crowned. When war-steeds thundered across the earth, Their iron hooves struck dust to sky; The rising clouds veiled every quarter, While battle cries soared fierce and high. Though enemy spears pierced flesh and armor, And wounds ran deep with crimson flame, Our warriors surged like storming tempests— Unbent in spirit, fierce in aim. Amid that dreadful field of carnage, Though bellies tore and entrails fell, Clad in mail soaked deep with blood, They stood like wrathful gods of war. “For honors granted by our lord This day the debt shall be repaid— If life itself must be the offering, Let fearless sacrifice be made.” With lips clenched tight in burning fury, With flashing steel and blazing eyes, They rushed upon the hostile legions Like lightning tearing through the skies. From battles fought in ages earlier Their swords remembered crimson rain— When elephants’ temples split asunder And scarlet streams had stained the plain. Now once again those gleaming sabers Flashed bright within the roaring fray, While arrows sped like bolts of thunder To sweep the enemy away. Heads of foes fell like lotus blossoms Severed clean from their tender stems; Across the field they rolled in silence, Red as the earth that swallowed them. The thrill of war became their armor, Their bodies wrapped in courage’s fire; Before the army none had conquered— The Arabs fierce in proud attire. “This day shall end their vaunted glory! This day our vow shall be fulfilled! To pay the debt we owe our monarch Our very lives shall gladly yield.” Thus sang the warriors as they battled, Their hearts alight with sacred zeal; And there upon the plains of Navsari The Arab hosts were forced to kneel. In that great clash of blazing valor The Tajik legions fell in defeat; And Vikramaditya, lord of heroes, Rejoiced to see the triumph sweet. In praise of such resounding courage The noble king bestowed renown— Four mighty titles bright with honor To crown Pulakeshi’s shining crown: *Dakshinapatha-Sādhāra* — The Pillar of the Southern Land; *Ornament of the Chalukya Lineage* — The glory of that royal band; *Prithvī-Vallabha* — Beloved Lord of the Earth so wide; *Avanijanāśraya* — Protector in whom all people confide. Thus did Pulakeshi’s fame grow radiant, Like the rising sun across the sky— A warrior emperor crowned with glory Whose name shall never fade nor die. Yet mindful of his sacred duty To honor parents and their grace, He vowed that rites of holy offering Should flourish in the righteous place. To Kanchulle, the learned Brahmin, Of the Vatsa lineage revered, A knower of the Yajur Veda, Whose wisdom all the land had heard— The son of Govindali the noble, A scholar wise and twice-learned man, He granted fair and fertile Padraka With every right within its span. All taxes, levies, dues were ended; No soldier’s step might trespass there. With sacred water poured in offering The king bestowed the village fair. Thus, in the joy of Arab defeat And in devotion to the path of dharma, Pulakeshi gave that noble gift— A deed that time itself shall honor. So rings the ballad of Navsari, A tale of valor, faith, and fame; Where courage, sacrifice, and righteousness Have carved immortal Pulakeshi’s name.