दुर्योधन उवाच
अश्नाम्य् आच्छादयामीति प्रपश्यन् पापपूरुषः ॥
नामर्षं कुरुते यस् तु पुरुषः सो ऽधमः स्मृतः ॥
न मां प्रीणाति राजेन्द्र लक्ष्मीः साधारणा विभो ॥
ज्वलिताम् इव कौन्तेये श्रियं दृष्ट्वा च विव्यथे ॥
सर्वां हि पृथिवीं दृष्ट्वा युधिष्ठिरवशानुगाम् ॥
स्थिरो ऽस्मि यो ऽहं जीवामि दुःखाद् एतद् ब्रवीमि ते ॥
duryodhana uvāca
aśnāmy ācchādayāmīti prapaśyan pāpapūruṣaḥ ||
nāmarṣaṃ kurute yas tu puruṣaḥ so 'dhamaḥ smṛtaḥ ||
na māṃ prīṇāti rājendra lakṣmīḥ sādhāraṇā vibho ||
jvalitām iva kaunteye śriyaṃ dṛṣṭvā ca vivyathe ||
sarvāṃ hi pṛthivīṃ dṛṣṭvā yudhiṣṭhiravaśānugām ||
sthiro 'smi yo 'haṃ jīvāmi duḥkhād etad bravīmi te ||
"'I eat and I clothe myself' — thus looks the vile man, content; but whoever does not harbor resentment [at a rival's success] is deemed the basest of men. A common fortune does not please me, O lord of kings, O sovereign; seeing the blazing fortune of the son of Kunti, I suffer. Having seen the whole earth submissive to Yudhishthira, I — who remain steadfast, who still live — say this to you out of grief."
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Duryodhana repeats his creed almost word for word, as before: contentment is for the lowly, resentment for real men. It is significant that envy keeps saying the same thing over and over: it does not develop, but only deepens its own rut. The verse teaches that passion is inarticulate — it has nothing to say beyond the eternal 'I have too little, he has more.' And 'I live out of grief' is a bitter confession: the envious man does not enjoy life but merely endures it. Where the righteous man gives thanks for his own portion, the envious man grieves over another's; and so his whole speech is one unending cry for the impossible — that no one should have more than he.