सत्येनं धर्मेण यथार्हवृत्त्या ह्रिया तथा सर्वभूतान्यतीत्य। यशश्च तेजश्च तवापि दीप्तं विभावसोर्भास्करस्येव पार्त
Through truth, righteousness, and proper conduct, and with modesty, you have surpassed all beings; your fame and brilliance, O Partha, shine like that of fire and the sun.
यथाप्रतिज्ञं च महानुभाव कृच्छ्रं वने वासमिमं निरूष्य। ततः श्रियं तेजसा तेन दीप्ता- मादास्वसे पार्थिव कौरेवभ्यः
And as you have endured this difficult life in the forest according to your vow, O great-souled one, thereafter, with that same brilliance, you shall regain your prosperity from the Kauravas, O king.
तमेवमुक्त्वा वचनं महर्षि- स्तपस्विमध्ये सहितं सुहृद्धिः। आमन्त्र्य धौम्यं सहितांश्च पार्थां- स्ततः प्रतस्थे दिशमुत्तरां सः
Having spoken thus, the great sage, friendly among the ascetics, after bidding farewell to Dhaumya and the assembled sons of Pritha, set out toward the northern direction.
ततो वनगताः पार्थाः सायाह्ने सह कृष्णया। उपविष्टाः कथाश्चक्रुर्दुःखशोकपरायणाः
Then, in the evening, the sons of Pritha, together with Krishna, sat down in the forest and, overcome with sorrow and grief, began to speak.
प्रिया च दर्शनीया च पण्डिता च पतिव्रता। अथ कृष्णा धर्मराजमिदं वचनमब्रवीत्
Then Krishna, who was dear, beautiful, learned, and devoted to her husband, spoke these words to King Yudhishthira.
न नूनं तस्य पापस्य दुःखमस्मासु किंचन। विद्यते धार्तराष्ट्रस्य नृशंसस्य दुरात्मनः
Surely that wicked-hearted son of Dhritarashtra, so cruel, feels not the slightest sorrow for us.
यस्त्वां राजन्मया सार्धमजिनैः प्रतिवासितम्। वनं प्रस्थाप्य दुष्टात्मा नान्वतप्यत दुर्मतिः
That evil-minded one, having exiled you, O king, along with me and our deer-skin garments to the forest, did not feel any remorse.
आयसं हृदयं नूनं तस्य दुष्कृतकर्मणः। यस्त्वां धर्मपरं श्रेष्ठं रूक्षाण्यश्रावयत्तदा। `वचनान्यपरोक्षाणि दुर्वाच्यानि च संसदि
Truly, the heart of that wrongdoer must be of iron, for he made you, the foremost in righteousness, listen to harsh and improper words in the assembly.
सुखोचितमदुःखार्हं दुरात्मा ससुहृद्गणः। ईदृशं दुःखमानीय मोदते पापपूरुषः
That wicked man, together with his followers, delights in bringing such suffering upon you, who are accustomed to comfort and undeserving of pain.
चतुर्णामेव पापानामस्रं न पतितं तदा। त्वयि भारत निष्क्रान्ते वनायाजिनवाससि
Not a single tear fell from the eyes of those four sinners, O Bharata, when you, clad in deer-skin, departed for the forest.
दुर्योधनस्य कर्णस्य शकुनेश्च दुरात्मनः। दुर्भ्रातुस्तस्य चोग्रस्य राजन्दुःखशासनस्य च
O king, those four are Duryodhana, Karna, the evil-minded Shakuni, and that fierce, cruel brother who rules with suffering.
इतरेषां तु सर्वेषां कुरूणां कुरुसत्तम। दुःखेनाभिपरीतानां नेत्रेभ्यः प्रापतज्जलम्
But as for the rest of the Kurus, O best of the Kurus, tears fell from their eyes, afflicted as they were by sorrow.
इदं च शयनं दृष्ट्वा यच्चासीत्ते पुरातनम्। शोचामित्वां महाराजदुःखानर्हंसुखोचितम्
And seeing this bed, and remembering how it once was, I grieve for you, O great king, who are undeserving of suffering and worthy of happiness.
दान्तं यच्च सभामध्य आसनं रत्नभूषितम्। दृष्ट्वा कुशबृशीं चेमां शोको मां दारयत्ययम्
When I see the seat in the assembly, adorned with jewels, where you once sat, and now see this bed of kusa grass, this grief tears at my heart.
यदपश्यं सभायां त्वां राजभिः परिवारितम्। तच्च राजन्नपश्यन्त्याः का सान्तिर्हृदयस्यमे
When I saw you surrounded by kings in the assembly, O king, and now do not see that, how can my heart find peace?
या त्वाऽह्रं चन्दनादिग्धमपश्यं सूर्यवर्चसम्। सा त्वां पङ्कमलादिग्धं दृष्ट्वा मुह्यामि भारत
Once I saw you anointed with sandalwood, shining like the sun; now, seeing you smeared with mud, I am bewildered, O Bharata.
या त्वाऽहं कौशिकैर्वस्त्रैः शुभ्रैराच्छादितं पुरा। दृष्टवत्यस्मिराजेनद्र साऽद्य पश्यामि चीरिणम्
Once I saw you, O king, clothed in fine, pure garments of silk; today I see you dressed in bark.
यच्च तद्रुक्मपात्रीभिर्ब्राह्मणेभ्यः सहस्रशः। ह्रियते ते गृहादन्नं संस्कृतंसार्वकामिकम्
And that food, prepared to fulfill every desire, which was once carried from your house in golden vessels by the thousands for the Brahmins—
यतीनामगृहाणां ते तथैव गृहमेधिनाम्। दीयते भोजनं राजन्नतीव गुणवत्प्रभो
O King, food is given to ascetics without households, and likewise to householders, and it is offered with great virtue, O lord.
सत्कृतानि सहस्राणि सर्वकामैः पुरा गृहे। सर्वकामैः सुविहितैर्यदपूजयथा द्विजान्। तच्च राजन्नपश्यन्त्याः का शान्तिर्हृदयस्य मे
Thousands of honored guests were once received in your house with every desired thing; all desires were well provided for when you worshipped the twice-born. Yet, O King, as I see this no longer, what peace can there be in my heart?
यत्ते भ्रातॄन्महाराज युवानो मृष्टकुण्डलाः। अभोजयन्त मृष्टान्नैः सूदाः परमसंस्कृतैः
O great king, your young brothers, adorned with shining earrings, were served by cooks with the finest, most carefully prepared foods.
सर्वांस्तानद्य पश्यामि वने वन्येन जीविनः। अदुःखार्हान्मनुष्येन्द्र नोपशाम्यति मे मनः
Now I see all of them living in the forest, subsisting on wild fare, O lord of men, though they do not deserve such suffering; my mind finds no relief.
भीमसेनमिमं चापि दुःखितं वनवासिनम्। ध्यायतः किं न मन्युस्ते प्राप्ते काले विवर्धते
As I look upon Bhimasena, dwelling in the forest and afflicted with sorrow, does your mind not grow agitated as the time comes?
भीमसेनं हि कर्माणि स्वयं कुर्वाणमच्युतम्। सुखार्हं दुःखितं दृष्ट्वा कस्माद्राजन्नुपेक्षसे
Seeing Bhimasena, who deserves happiness, performing tasks himself, O unshakable one, and suffering, O King, why do you neglect him?
सत्कृतं विविधैर्यानैर्वस्त्रैरुच्चावचैस्तथा। तं ते वनगतं दृष्ट्वा कस्मान्मन्युर्न वर्धते
He who was honored with various vehicles and with garments both fine and humble—seeing him now gone to the forest, why does your anger not increase?
अयं कुरून्रणे सर्वान्हन्तुमुत्सहते प्रभुः। त्वत्प्रतिज्ञां प्रतीक्षंस्तु सहतेऽयं वृकोदरः
This powerful one is able to slay all the Kurus in battle; yet, waiting for your promise, Vrikodara endures.
योऽर्जुनेनार्जुनस्तुल्यो द्विबाहुर्बहुबाहुना। शरातिसर्गे शीघ्रत्वात्कालान्तकयमोपमः
He who is equal to Arjuna, two-armed among the many-armed, swift as Death at the end of time in the shower of arrows—
यस् शस्त्रप्रतापेन प्रणताः सर्वपार्थिवाः। यज्ञे तव महाराज ब्राह्मणानुपतस्थिरे
By the power of his weapons, all the kings bowed down, and at your sacrifice, O great king, the Brahmanas were attended by him.
तमिमं पुरुषव्याघ्रं पूजितं देवदानवैः। ध्यायन्तमर्जुनं दृष्ट्वा कस्माद्राजन्न कुप्यसि
This tiger among men, honored by gods and demons, now sits meditating on Arjuna—seeing him, O King, why do you not grow angry?
दृष्ट्वा वनगतं पार्थमदुःखार्हं सुखोचितम्। न च तेवर्धते मन्युस्तेन मुह्यामि भारत
Seeing Partha in the forest, who does not deserve suffering and is accustomed to comfort, yet your anger does not grow; because of this, O Bharata, I am bewildered.