धृतराष्ट्र उवाच
दुर्योधन कुतोमूलं भृशम् आर्तो ऽसि पुत्रक ॥
श्रोतव्यश् चेन् मया सो ऽर्थो ब्रूहि मे कुरुनन्दन ॥
अयं त्वां शकुनिः प्राह विवर्णं हरिणं कृशम् ॥
चिन्तयंश् च न पश्यामि शोकस्य तव संभवम् ॥
ऐश्वर्यं हि महत् पुत्र त्वयि सर्वं समर्पितम् ॥
भ्रातरः सुहृदश् चैव नाचरन्ति तवाप्रियम् ॥
dhṛtarāṣṭra uvāca
duryodhana kutomūlaṃ bhṛśam ārto 'si putraka ||
śrotavyaś cen mayā so 'rtho brūhi me kurunandana ||
ayaṃ tvāṃ śakuniḥ prāha vivarṇaṃ hariṇaṃ kṛśam ||
cintayaṃś ca na paśyāmi śokasya tava saṃbhavam ||
aiśvaryaṃ hi mahat putra tvayi sarvaṃ samarpitam ||
bhrātaraḥ suhṛdaś caiva nācaranti tavāpriyam ||
'Duryodhana, from what cause are you so distressed, my son? If that matter is for me to hear, tell me, O descendant of Kuru. This Shakuni tells me that you are pale, sallow, and thin; yet, pondering, I see no cause for your sorrow. For all great dominion is concentrated in you, my son; your brothers and friends do nothing displeasing to you.'
5af2baa32105 · 发布于 2026年7月16日 15:49:22 UTC
可用语言RUEN用方向键翻颂
The father genuinely puzzles over it: the son has everything — why the sorrow? It is telling that one prosperous by every outward measure is tormented from within: neither power nor the love of kin can quiet an envious heart. The verse teaches that the cause of suffering is not always lack: some, possessing everything, are sick precisely because another has more. Dhritarashtra searches for the trouble outside and finds none — for it lies within the son, in an incurable envy. Whoever fails to grasp this root will not heal the sickness either: trying to give the envious man still more only feeds his disease. Envy is not cured by addition — it is cured by a change of heart.