न च योधो ऽभवत् कश् चिन् मम सैन्ये तु संजय ॥
अल्पदानभृतस् तात न कुप्यभृतको नरः ॥
पूजिता हि यथाशक्त्या दानमानासनैर् मया ॥
तथा पुत्रैश् च मे तात ज्ञातिभिश् च सबान्धवैः ॥
ते च प्राप्यैव संग्रामे निर्जिताः सव्यसाचिना ॥
शैनेयेन परामृष्टाः किम् अन्यद् भागधेयतः ॥
na ca yodho 'bhavat kaś cin mama sainye tu saṃjaya ||
alpadānabhṛtas tāta na kupyabhṛtako naraḥ ||
pūjitā hi yathāśaktyā dānamānāsanair mayā ||
tathā putraiś ca me tāta jñātibhiś ca sabāndhavaiḥ ||
te ca prāpyaiva saṃgrāme nirjitāḥ savyasācinā ||
śaineyena parāmṛṣṭāḥ kim anyad bhāgadheyataḥ ||
And there was not, Sanjaya, a single warrior in my army hired for meager pay, O dear one, nor a man hired for mere goods. For they were honored to the full extent of my means — with gifts, honors, seats — and also by my sons, O dear one, and by kinsmen together with relatives. Yet they, having barely met the enemy in battle, were defeated by Savyasachin, crushed by Shaineya — what else is this, if not from fate?
08ec4065f48d · प्रकाशित 19 जुल॰ 2026, 4:02:23 pm UTC
उपलब्ध भाषाएँRUENश्लोक बदलें इन कुंजियों से
Having reached the limit of excuses, the king himself utters the answer: "kim anyat bhāgadheyataḥ" — what else, if not fate? Everything earthly was done impeccably, and so the cause does not lie there. It is telling that the blind man acknowledges the power of a higher order over all human arrangements. The verse teaches that when all human means are exhausted, what remains is to bow before a will that exceeds calculation; and the bitter "what else, if not fate" is the beginning of humility — the recognition that the last word does not belong to men.