There is a beautiful poem ascribed to Vedānta-deśika (born Veṅkaṭanātha) that deals with the topic of vairāgya (detachment from worldly indulgences).
क्षुभ्यत्क्षुद्रनरेन्द्रचाटुरचनाधन्यान्न मन्यामहे ।
देवं सेवितुमेव निश्चिनुमहे योऽसौ दयालुः पुरा
धानामुष्टिमुचे कुचेलमुनये दत्ते स्म वित्तेशताम् ।१।
We hardly bother with those
who feel blessed composing verses
praising an insignificant king,
burning with pride,
who rules over a minuscule portion
of a corner of this great earth!
We have decided to worship
only that merciful one
who in the past enriched Kuchela
with the wealth of Kubera
in exchange for a fistful of rice
सिलं किमनलं भवेदनलमौदरं बाधितुं
पयः प्रसृतिपूरकं किमु न धारकं सारसम् ।
अयत्नमलमल्लकं पथि पटच्चरं कच्चरं
भजन्ति विबुधा मुधा ह्यहह कुक्षितः कुक्षितः ।२।
To satiate the fire of the stomach, won’t
grains spilled in the fields suffice?
To quench one’s thirst, won’t
water in the palm of one’s hand suffice?
Won’t a dirty cloth found by the wayside without effort
suffice for a loincloth?
Alas! Scholars are, in vain, singing praises –
all for the sake of their stomachs!
प्रतिभटपटुज्वालामालाकुलो जठरानलः ।
तृणमपि वयं सायं सम्फुल्लमल्लिमतल्लिका
परिमलमुचा वाचा याचामहे न महीश्वरान् ।३।
Let the fire of the stomach with a row of flames burn
like the great fire that burns in the ocean’s bosom
Yet we shall not beg the king
even for a blade of grass
with our words that are fragrant
like the fully-blossomed jasmine at dusk
दुरासिकायै रचितोऽयमञ्जलिः ।
यदञ्जनाभं निरपायमस्ति मे
धनञ्जयस्यन्दनभूषणं धनम् ।४।
Why should I wait at the door
of a lowly king with folded hands
when I have the indomitable wealth
that is lustrous as kohl
and adorns the chariot of Arjuna!
दबिन्धनधनञ्जयप्रशमदं धनं दन्धनम् ।
सुसाधनमबाधनं सुमनसां समाराधनम् ।५।
Wealth produced from praising kings
satisfies the stomach-fire with water,
lasting only until the body falls; it’s useless
True wealth is that which uplifted Arjuna
and raised the Govardhana mountain
It’s the wealth that obstructs not good work
and that which brings joy to the noble
नास्ति पित्रार्जितं किञ्चित्
न मया किञ्चिदार्जितम् ।
अस्ति मे हस्तिशैलाग्रे
वस्तु पैतामहं धनम् ।६।
(Meter: Anuṣṭup Śloka)
I have not inherited any wealth
nor have I earned anything
The wealth that Brahmā
has given me is (devotion to)
the lord of Hasti-śaila (Lord Varadaraja of Kanchipuram)
The beauty of these verses is not merely in their meaning but also in their form. The brilliant word-play and the alliterations that Deśika uses with aplomb are totally lost in translation. Even if one doesn’t know the language, one can derive great pleasure by reading aloud the verses for their lilting melody resulting from its intricate syllabic structure.
There is a historically inaccurate account that Deśika wrote these verses in response to Vidyāraṇya’s invitation. One can have a look at Śatāvadhāni Dr. R Ganesh’s biography of the great preceptor of Vijayanagara, Vibhūtipuruṣa Vidyāraṇya for more details.
My heartfelt thanks to Shashi Kiran B N for copyediting the Sanskrit verses, identifying the poetic meters, whetting my translation, and giving me several valuable suggestions.
Śatāvadhāni Dr. R Ganesh’s Kavitegondu Kathe (Bangalore: Abhijñāna, 2012)