आच्छादयसि प्रावारान् अश्नासि पिशितौदनम् ॥
आजानेया वहन्ति त्वां केनासि हरिणः कृशः ॥
शयनानि महार्हाणि योषितश् च मनोरमाः ॥
गुणवन्ति च वेश्मानि विहाराश् च यथासुखम् ॥
देवानाम् इव ते सर्वं वाचि बद्धं न संशयः ॥
स दीन इव दुर्धर्षः कस्माच् छोचसि पुत्रक ॥
ācchādayasi prāvārān aśnāsi piśitaudanam ||
ājāneyā vahanti tvāṃ kenāsi hariṇaḥ kṛśaḥ ||
śayanāni mahārhāṇi yoṣitaś ca manoramāḥ ||
guṇavanti ca veśmāni vihārāś ca yathāsukham ||
devānām iva te sarvaṃ vāci baddhaṃ na saṃśayaḥ ||
sa dīna iva durdharṣaḥ kasmāc chocasi putraka ||
'You clothe yourself in costly cloaks, eat meat with rice, thoroughbred horses carry you — why then are you sallow and thin? Precious beds, enchanting women, worthy dwellings, amusements at your pleasure — everything of yours, like the gods', is accomplished by a word, no doubt. Why then, unconquerable one, do you grieve as though wretched, my son?'
5278fee49a0e · प्रकाशित 16 जुल॰ 2026, 3:49:22 pm UTC
उपलब्ध भाषाएँRUENश्लोक बदलें इन कुंजियों से
The father lists his son's blessings — and against them the futility of it all shows all the sharper before envy. It is telling that everything 'like the gods'' gives Duryodhana neither peace nor color: abundance is powerless where the heart is wounded by another's prosperity. The verse teaches that outward contentment is not happiness: one can possess everything and still waste away because another has something more. The longer the envious man's list of possessions grows, the more plainly it shows that the root of his torment is not in them. And the lesson is bitter: give a man everything, but do not teach him to rejoice for his neighbor — and he will remain wretched amid luxury, for his hell is not in want, but in himself.