Mahābhārata · 2.46.16–17
॥
Devanāgarī
स्फीतं राष्ट्रं महाबाहो पितृपैतामहं महत् ॥
नित्यम् आज्ञापयन् भासि दिवि देवेश्वरो यथा ॥
तस्य ते विदितप्रज्ञ शोकमूलम् इदं कथम् ॥
समुत्थितं दुःखतरं तन् मे शंसितुम् अर्हसि ॥
Transliteración (IAST)
sphītaṃ rāṣṭraṃ mahābāho pitṛpaitāmahaṃ mahat ||
nityam ājñāpayan bhāsi divi deveśvaro yathā ||
tasya te viditaprajña śokamūlam idaṃ katham ||
samutthitaṃ duḥkhataraṃ tan me śaṃsitum arhasi ||
Palabra por palabra
SánscritoIASTSignificado
स्फीतं राष्ट्रं महाबाहोsphītaṃ rāṣṭraṃ mahābāho"Over a flourishing kingdom, O mighty-armed one,
पितृ-पैतामहं महत्pitṛ-paitāmahaṃ mahatpaternal-ancestral, great,
नित्यम् आज्ञापयन् भासिnityam ājñāpayan bhāsiever commanding, you shine,
दिवि देव-ईश्वरो यथाdivi deva-īśvaro yathālike the lord of the gods in heaven;
तस्य ते विदित-प्रज्ञtasya te vidita-prajñahow has this, for you, O one of discerning mind,
शोक-मूलम् इदं कथम्śoka-mūlam idaṃ kathamthis root of sorrow
समुत्थितं दुःखतरंsamutthitaṃ duḥkhataraṃso grievous, arisen?
तन् मे शंसितुम् अर्हसिtan me śaṃsitum arhasibe pleased to tell me that."
पितृपैतामहंpitṛpaitāmahaṃoriginal form "pitṛpaitāmahaṃ", added to complete the word-by-word coverage
देवेश्वरोdeveśvarooriginal form "deveśvaro", added to complete the word-by-word coverage
विदितप्रज्ञviditaprajñaoriginal form "viditaprajña", added to complete the word-by-word coverage
शोकमूलम्śokamūlamoriginal form "śokamūlam", added to complete the word-by-word coverage
Traducción
"Ever commanding a flourishing, great paternal-ancestral kingdom, you shine, O mighty-armed one, like the lord of the gods in heaven. How, then, O one of discerning mind, has this root of sorrow, so grievous, arisen in you? Be pleased to tell me of that."
Versión
3e3312213d48 · publicado 16 jul 2026, 15:49:22 UTC
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The father asks about the 'root of sorrow' — but this root lies not outside but in the one being questioned. It is significant that Dhritarashtra seeks the cause of his son's grief while refusing to acknowledge the obvious: the cause is envy, and its remedy is not indulgence but instruction. The verse teaches that one who loves is often blind to the true illness of a kinsman: pity clouds his diagnosis. And 'you shine like the lord of the gods' — the father sees a radiance, while the son sees only another's greater radiance. Whoever wishes to help one consumed by envy must not multiply his blessings or marvel at his grief, but point to the root — yet for that, a firmness is needed which the blind king lacks.