यद्य् एतद् अहम् अज्ञास्यं वनवासो हि वो ध्रुवम् ॥
शतशृङ्गान् मृते पाण्डौ नागमिष्यं गजाह्वयम् ॥
धन्यं वः पितरं मन्ये तपोमेधान्वितं तथा ॥
यः पुत्राधिम् असंप्राप्य स्वर्गेच्छाम् अकरोत् प्रियाम् ॥
धन्यां चातीन्द्रियज्ञानाम् इमां प्राप्तां परां गतिम् ॥
मन्ये ऽद्य माद्रीं धर्मज्ञां कल्याणीं सर्वथैव हि ॥
रत्या मत्या च गत्या च ययाहम् अभिसंधिता ॥
जीवितप्रियतां मह्यं धिग् इमां क्लेशभागिनीम् ॥
yady etad aham ajñāsyaṃ vanavāso hi vo dhruvam ||
śataśṛṅgān mṛte pāṇḍau nāgamiṣyaṃ gajāhvayam ||
dhanyaṃ vaḥ pitaraṃ manye tapomedhānvitaṃ tathā ||
yaḥ putrādhim asaṃprāpya svargecchām akarot priyām ||
dhanyāṃ cātīndriyajñānām imāṃ prāptāṃ parāṃ gatim ||
manye 'dya mādrīṃ dharmajñāṃ kalyāṇīṃ sarvathaiva hi ||
ratyā matyā ca gatyā ca yayāham abhisaṃdhitā ||
jīvitapriyatāṃ mahyaṃ dhig imāṃ kleśabhāginīm ||
[Kunti:] "If I had known that your dwelling in the forest was certain, then, upon Pandu's death, I would not have come from Shatashringa to the Elephant City. Fortunate do I deem your father, endowed with austerity and wisdom, who, without knowing anxiety for his sons, died cherishing the desire for heaven. And fortunate do I deem now Madri, who knew transcendent knowledge, who attained the highest goal, wise in dharma, auspicious in every way: in delight, in resolve, and in the path she chose, she surpassed me. Shame on this attachment of mine to life, this life that partakes only of affliction!"
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In her bitterest hour, Kunti envies the dead -- Pandu and Madri, spared the sight of their sons' misfortune: such is despair at its extreme, when death seems a mercy and long life a punishment. Yet within this very lament lies a reproach to herself: "shame on this attachment to life" -- she rebukes not life itself but her faint-hearted clinging to it, now that life has become a cup of suffering. And still, to remain with her sons in their misfortune is a greater feat of love than to have departed before it. The verse teaches that despair is prone to envy the dead, failing to see the gift within endurance itself; that murmuring against life is a temptation of grief, which the righteous recognize and condemn in themselves; and that to remain with those who suffer, sharing their sorrow, is more valorous than to escape it through death.