O sire, everything that befell my assembled sons was, O Sanjaya, certainly owing to the misdeeds of my wicked son Duryodhana, who follows in the path of covetousness, whose understanding has been perverted by wrath, whose soul is vitiated, who longs to have sovereignty who is stupid and whose reason is clouded by anger. O Sanjaya, tell me whether the measure adopted by him was agreeable to policy or against it?
सर्वेषां समवेतानां पुत्राणां मम संजय। यद् वृत्तं तात संग्रामे मन्दस्यापनयैर्भृशम्॥ लोभानुगस्य दुर्बुद्धेः क्रोधेन विकृतात्मनः। राज्यकामस्य मूढस्य रागोपहतचेतसः। दुर्नीतं वा सुनीतं वा तन्ममाचक्ष्व संजय॥