ब्राह्मणा वाटधानाश् च गोमन्तः शतसंघशः ॥
त्रैखर्वं बलिम् आदाय द्वारि तिष्ठन्ति वारिताः ॥
कमण्डलून् उपादाय जातरूपमयाञ् शुभान् ॥
एवं बलिं समादाय प्रवेशं लेभिरे ततः ॥
यन् नैव मधु शक्राय धारयन्त्य् अमरस्त्रियः ॥
तद् अस्मै कांस्यम् आहार्षीद् वारुणं कलशोदधिः ॥
शैक्यं रुक्मसहस्रस्य बहुरत्नविभूषितम् ॥
दृष्ट्वा च मम तत् सर्वं ज्वररूपम् इवाभवत् ॥
brāhmaṇā vāṭadhānāś ca gomantaḥ śatasaṃghaśaḥ ||
traikharvaṃ balim ādāya dvāri tiṣṭhanti vāritāḥ ||
kamaṇḍalūn upādāya jātarūpamayāñ śubhān ||
evaṃ baliṃ samādāya praveśaṃ lebhire tataḥ ||
yan naiva madhu śakrāya dhārayanty amarastriyaḥ ||
tad asmai kāṃsyam āhārṣīd vāruṇaṃ kalaśodadhiḥ ||
śaikyaṃ rukmasahasrasya bahuratnavibhūṣitam ||
dṛṣṭvā ca mama tat sarvaṃ jvararūpam ivābhavat ||
'Brahmins and vāṭadhānas, owners of cattle, by hundreds, bearing countless tribute, stand at the gates until admitted. With beautiful golden kamandalu vessels, having thus brought tribute, they gained entry thereafter. That honey with which not even the celestial women can serve Shakra, Varuna's vessel [the ocean] offered him in a bronze vessel — on a stand worth a thousand gold pieces, adorned with many gems; and, having seen all this, I felt as though seized by a fever.'
19aa74ba4554 · प्रकाशित 16 जुल॰ 2026, 3:49:22 pm UTC
उपलब्ध भाषाएँRUENश्लोक बदलें इन कुंजियों से
Duryodhana himself likens his envy to a fever — 'all that became as though a fever.' This precise self-knowledge is telling: envy is indeed a fever of the soul, a heat with no cure. The verse teaches that passion bears the bodily signs of sickness: as one in fever burns and finds no rest, so the envious man is consumed by an inner fire. And the most wondrous gifts — honey unattainable even to the gods — are for him not a marvel but a torment: the higher another's honor, the fiercer his fever. Whoever is sick with this fever finds the whole world a string of irritants; and there is no medicine for him until he cools his heart with humility. Envy is a sickness whose only cure is renouncing the comparison of oneself with another.