समुद्रसारं वैडूर्यं मुक्ताः शङ्खांस् तथैव च ॥
शतशश् च कुथांस् तत्र सिंहलाः समुपाहरन् ॥
संवृता मणिचीरैस् तु श्यामास् ताम्रान्तलोचनाः ॥
तान् गृहीत्वा नरास् तत्र द्वारि तिष्ठन्ति वारिताः ॥
प्रीत्यर्थं ब्राह्मणाश् चैव क्षत्रियाश् च विनिर्जिताः ॥
उपाजह्रुर् विशश् चैव शूद्राः शुश्रूषवो ऽपि च ॥
प्रीत्या च बहुमानाच् च अभ्यगच्छन् युधिष्ठिरम् ॥
सर्वे म्लेच्छाः सर्ववर्णा आदिमध्यान्तजास् तथा ॥
नानादेशसमुत्थैश् च नानाजातिभिर् आगतैः ॥
पर्यस्त इव लोको ऽयं युधिष्ठिरनिवेशने ॥
उच्चावचान् उपग्राहान् राजभिः प्रहितान् बहून् ॥
शत्रूणां पश्यतो दुःखान् मुमूर्षा मे ऽद्य जायते ॥
samudrasāraṃ vaiḍūryaṃ muktāḥ śaṅkhāṃs tathaiva ca ||
śataśaś ca kuthāṃs tatra siṃhalāḥ samupāharan ||
saṃvṛtā maṇicīrais tu śyāmās tāmrāntalocanāḥ ||
tān gṛhītvā narās tatra dvāri tiṣṭhanti vāritāḥ ||
prītyarthaṃ brāhmaṇāś caiva kṣatriyāś ca vinirjitāḥ ||
upājahrur viśaś caiva śūdrāḥ śuśrūṣavo 'pi ca ||
prītyā ca bahumānāc ca abhyagacchan yudhiṣṭhiram ||
sarve mlecchāḥ sarvavarṇā ādimadhyāntajās tathā ||
nānādeśasamutthaiś ca nānājātibhir āgataiḥ ||
paryasta iva loko 'yaṃ yudhiṣṭhiraniveśane ||
uccāvacān upagrāhān rājabhiḥ prahitān bahūn ||
śatrūṇāṃ paśyato duḥkhān mumūrṣā me 'dya jāyate ||
The sea's essence — vaiḍūrya, pearls and conch-shells, and blankets by the hundreds — these the Siṃhalas presented there. Clad in gem-studded garments, dark-skinned, with copper-rimmed eyes, those people, having brought them, stand at the gate, until admitted. Out of affection brahmins too, and conquered kṣatriyas, and vaiśyas, and śūdras wishing to serve, made offerings; all mlecchas, all varṇas, born at the beginning, middle, and end of the world, arisen from various countries and come from various lineages. Seeing the many high and low offerings sent by kings to my enemies, a wish to die is born in me now.
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उपलब्ध भाषाएँRUENश्लोक बदलें इन कुंजियों से
The crown of this catalogue is 'a wish to die is born in me': envy has led to a revulsion toward life itself. It is telling that those who come 'out of affection' — from love, not fear — wound Duryodhana most of all: what is unbearable to him is not submission to his enemies but love for them. The verse teaches that envy at its extreme becomes a pull toward death: unable to bear another's happiness, it is ready to extinguish itself as well. And 'all varṇas, all mlecchas' have gathered out of affection — an image of oneness under dharma; but to the envious this unity of love is a mortal agony. For one who has not made room in his heart for joy at another's good, the very fullness of the world becomes unbearable; and envy, before it kills another, first kills the one who envies.