दुर्योधन उवाच
दृष्ट्वेमां पृथिवीं कृत्स्नां युधिष्ठिरवशानुगाम् ॥
जिताम् अस्त्रप्रतापेन श्वेताश्वस्य महात्मनः ॥
तं च यज्ञं तथाभूतं दृष्ट्वा पार्थस्य मातुल ॥
यथा शक्रस्य देवेषु तथाभूतं महाद्युते ॥
अमर्षेण सुसंपूर्णो दह्यमानो दिवानिशम् ॥
शुचिशुक्रागमे काले शुष्ये तोयम् इवाल्पकम् ॥
duryodhana uvāca
dṛṣṭvemāṃ pṛthivīṃ kṛtsnāṃ yudhiṣṭhiravaśānugām ||
jitām astrapratāpena śvetāśvasya mahātmanaḥ ||
taṃ ca yajñaṃ tathābhūtaṃ dṛṣṭvā pārthasya mātula ||
yathā śakrasya deveṣu tathābhūtaṃ mahādyute ||
amarṣeṇa susaṃpūrṇo dahyamāno divāniśam ||
śuciśukrāgame kāle śuṣye toyam ivālpakam ||
"Having seen this whole earth submissive to Yudhishthira, conquered by the might of the great-souled White-Horsed one's [Arjuna's] weapons, and that sacrifice of the Partha, so great, O uncle -- as great as Shakra's among the gods, O most radiant one -- I, filled with envy, burning day and night, dry up like a little water in the season when the scorching heat comes on."
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Duryodhana himself likens himself to a drying puddle: envy parches him as heat parches shallow water. It is telling, this involuntary self-knowledge: the envious man feels he is perishing, but not from any outward misfortune -- from his own fire. The verse teaches that envy is a sickness turned inward: it does not harm the one envied but consumes the one who envies. Another's greatness has not diminished by a hair from his torment -- only he himself withers. And "day and night" measures its relentlessness: a passion that has taken hold gives no rest even for an hour. One who nurses envy gives poison not to his enemy but to himself, and dries up amid another's abundance.