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The peaceful and envy-free, the tranquil ones, bowing their heads in humility, salute you. May they, desiring your favor, attain happiness and prosperity. ||56||
Thus spoke the learned and wise Purohita. The Chakravarti, accepting his words, was filled with anger at that moment. ||57||
He cast his vision, clouded by anger, in all directions, like a sacrifice offered to the gods. His brows rose high, like the smoke-filled flames of anger. ||58||
He vomited forth the poison of anger, born from the insult of his brothers. With deceitful words, he spoke harsh words in his rage. ||59||
"What do you say, Purohita? What do you say? These wicked brothers do not bow to me. Well, then, let them see themselves shattered by my punishing, fiery meteor. ||60||
This act of theirs has never been seen or heard of. Their enmity is without cause. They think that because we are born in the same lineage, we are unworthy of punishment. ||61||
They are afflicted by a severe wind-disease, born from the intoxication of youth. The heat of the burning wheel is the only remedy for it. ||62||
They desire to enjoy the earth given by our revered father without paying taxes. But what is the use of their warrior pride? Let them either announce to the people that Bharat is the enjoyer of this earth, and we are all subject to him, or let them, with their bodies lying on the sharp thorns of weapons, attain enjoyment on the second bed, the bed of battle. In other words, they cannot enjoy this earth while alive. ||63-64||
Where am I, the conqueror of all, and where are they, in the realm of my enjoyment? Nevertheless, let there be a division for them, according to my will. ||65||