अद्य पाण्डुर् महाराजो वनाद् इव वनप्रियः ॥
आगतः प्रियम् अस्माकं चिकीर्षुर् नात्र संशयः ॥
किं नु नाद्य कृतं तावत् सर्वेषां नः परं प्रियम् ॥
यन् नः कुन्तीसुता वीरा भर्तारः पुनरागताः ॥
यदि दत्तं यदि हुतं विद्यते यदि नस् तपः ॥
तेन तिष्ठन्तु नगरे पाण्डवाः शरदां शतम् ॥
adya pāṇḍur mahārājo vanād iva vanapriyaḥ ||
āgataḥ priyam asmākaṃ cikīrṣur nātra saṃśayaḥ ||
kiṃ nu nādya kṛtaṃ tāvat sarveṣāṃ naḥ paraṃ priyam ||
yan naḥ kuntīsutā vīrā bhartāraḥ punarāgatāḥ ||
yadi dattaṃ yadi hutaṃ vidyate yadi nas tapaḥ ||
tena tiṣṭhantu nagare pāṇḍavāḥ śaradāṃ śatam ||
"Today it is as if great King Pandu, the forest-lover, had come from the forest, wishing us well, there is no doubt of it; what supreme good has not now been done for all of us, since the sons of Kunti, our heroic lords, have returned to us again? If we possess any merit of giving, of sacrifice, or of austerity — by that merit may the Pandavas dwell in this city for a hundred autumns!"
27f5b5b3cea8 · publicado 12 jul 2026, 17:54:01 UTC
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Here the people pray for the good of their beloved rulers, offering up their own merit. It is telling that the citizens offer the fruits of their gifts and austerities so that the Pandavas may live long: those who love are ready to give up their own for the good of those they love. Here is the purity of the people's love, seeking nothing for itself but only for those it loves. Thus the text reveals the subjects' devoted self-giving; and the people's blessing overshadows the Pandavas.