युधिष्ठिर उवाच
एतावन्त्य् एव दासानां सहस्राण्य् उत सन्ति मे ॥
प्रदक्षिणानुलोमाश् च प्रावारवसनाः सदा ॥
प्राज्ञा मेधाविनो दक्षा युवानो मृष्टकुण्डलाः ॥
पात्रीहस्ता दिवारात्रम् अतिथीन् भोजयन्त्य् उत ॥
एतद् राजन् धनं मह्यं तेन दीव्याम्य् अहं त्वया ॥
वैशंपायन उवाच
एतच् छ्रुत्वा व्यवसितो निकृतिं समुपाश्रितः ॥
जितम् इत्य् एव शकुनिर् युधिष्ठिरम् अभाषत ॥
yudhiṣṭhira uvāca
etāvanty eva dāsānāṃ sahasrāṇy uta santi me ||
pradakṣiṇānulomāś ca prāvāravasanāḥ sadā ||
prājñā medhāvino dakṣā yuvāno mṛṣṭakuṇḍalāḥ ||
pātrīhastā divārātram atithīn bhojayanty uta ||
etad rājan dhanaṃ mahyaṃ tena dīvyāmy ahaṃ tvayā ||
vaiśaṃpāyana uvāca
etac chrutvā vyavasito nikṛtiṃ samupāśritaḥ ||
jitam ity eva śakunir yudhiṣṭhiram abhāṣata ||
[Yudhishthira:] "Just as many thousand servants I also have — courteous, always in mantles, wise, intelligent, skillful, young, with polished earrings, with platters in hand, who day and night feed the guests." Hearing this, Shakuni, resolved and having resorted to deceit, said to Yudhishthira only: "Won!"
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Again it is people who are staked — the servants who fed the guests. It is telling that the very hospitality of the household is being lost: those whose hands served food to travelers are now a count in the game. The verse teaches that passion devours the good as well: generosity, hospitality, service — all goes to pay for a ruinous craving. And the repeated "Won!" becomes as monotonous as the blows of fate: the sameness of the refrain echoes the sameness of the fall, where every move is only a new loss. Thus sin has its own tedium: it creates nothing new, only takes away, and takes away without ceasing. One who has given himself over to passion loses not in varied ways but uniformly — everything into one gaping emptiness.