अर्जुन उवाच
कृपया परयाऽऽविष्टो विषीदन्निदमब्रवीत्।
दृष्ट्वेमं स्वजनं कृष्ण युयुत्सुं समुपस्थितम्।।1.28।।
सीदन्ति मम गात्राणि मुखं च परिशुष्यति।
वेपथुश्च शरीरे मे रोमहर्षश्च जायते।।1.29।।
गाण्डीवं स्रंसते हस्तात्त्वक्चैव परिदह्यते।
न च शक्नोम्यवस्थातुं भ्रमतीव च मे मनः।।1.30।।
Arjuna said, “O Krsna, seeing these relatives and friends who have assembled here with the intention of fighting, my limbs become languid and my mouth becomes completely dry.”
And there is trembling in my body, and my hair stands on end; the Gandiva (bow) slips from my hand and my skin burns intensely.
Moreover, O Kesava (Krishna), I am not able to stand firmly, and my mind seems to be whirling. And I observe the omens to be adverse.
Osho’s Commentary
“Seeing my own people, O Krishna, my limbs grow weak, my mouth dries up, my body trembles, and my hair stands on end. The Gandiva bow slips from my hand.” This is not the language of a coward. This is the language of a man whose heart is breaking. The sorrow is not just a thought in his mind; it is a deep, physical phenomenon. His whole body is responding to the agony of his soul. The problem is not that he has to fight. The problem is that he has to fight his own people. The very foundation of his life is his connection to his family, his clan. And this war is asking him to destroy that very foundation. His sorrow is born of mamatva, the sense of “mine.” This is my grandfather, this is my teacher. This sense of “mine” is the root of all violence. But for Arjuna, it has become the root of his compassion. He is a violent man, a warrior, but his violence is limited by his love for his own people. When his violence is asked to turn upon his own, his whole being rebels. He is a good man, but his goodness is limited. And it is this very limitation that has brought him to this crisis.