चीनान् हूणाञ् शकान् ओड्रान् पर्वतान्तरवासिनः ॥
वार्ष्णेयान् हारहूणांश् च कृष्णान् हैमवतांस् तथा ॥
न पारयाम्य् अभिगतान् विविधान् द्वारि वारितान् ॥
बल्यर्थं ददतस् तस्य नानारूपान् अनेकशः ॥
कृष्णग्रीवान् महाकायान् रासभाञ् शतपातिनः ॥
आहार्षुर् दशसाहस्रान् विनीतान् दिक्षु विश्रुतान् ॥
प्रमाणरागस्पर्शाढ्यं बाह्लीचीनसमुद्भवम् ॥
और्णं च राङ्कवं चैव कीटजं पट्टजं तथा ॥
कुट्टीकृतं तथैवान्यत् कमलाभं सहस्रशः ॥
श्लक्ष्णं वस्त्रम् अकार्पासम् आविकं मृदु चाजिनम् ॥
cīnān hūṇāñ śakān oḍrān parvatāntaravāsinaḥ ||
vārṣṇeyān hārahūṇāṃś ca kṛṣṇān haimavatāṃs tathā ||
na pārayāmy abhigatān vividhān dvāri vāritān ||
balyarthaṃ dadatas tasya nānārūpān anekaśaḥ ||
kṛṣṇagrīvān mahākāyān rāsabhāñ śatapātinaḥ ||
āhārṣur daśasāhasrān vinītān dikṣu viśrutān ||
pramāṇarāgasparśāḍhyaṃ bāhlīcīnasamudbhavam ||
aurṇaṃ ca rāṅkavaṃ caiva kīṭajaṃ paṭṭajaṃ tathā ||
kuṭṭīkṛtaṃ tathaivānyat kamalābhaṃ sahasraśaḥ ||
ślakṣṇaṃ vastram akārpāsam āvikaṃ mṛdu cājinam ||
“Chinas, Hunas, Shakas, Odras, dwellers of the mountain valleys, Varshneyas, Harahunas, and dark Haimavatas — I cannot count all who came, not admitted at once at the gate, offering him various tribute again and again. Ten thousand black-necked, huge-bodied donkeys, running a hundred yojanas, they brought — trained, famed in every land. And cloth rich in measure, colour, and softness, born in Bahli and China — woollen, furs of rankava, silk, rubbed soft cloth, lotus-hued, by the thousand; smooth cloth without cotton, sheep's wool, and soft hide.”
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उपलब्ध भाषाएँRUENश्लोक बदलें इन कुंजियों से
‘I cannot count all who came’ — even the envious man himself admits that the tally of another's good fortune has no end. It is telling that envy, in trying to reckon another's wealth, condemns itself to endless labour: the more it counts, the more remains. The verse teaches that this reckoning has no bottom — one who measures his own happiness against another's abundance will never find peace, for another's goods are always more than can be tallied. The righteous man is content with his own portion, and is free; the envious man finds the whole world too little, and is a slave. The endlessness of the catalogue is an image of the endless torment of one who cannot say ‘enough.’