Poem 618

In plain words

Was it not because of you that, with no shade to stand in, our mother had to live in another's house? Was it not on your account that in the crowded assembly our wife grieved, her honour crushed? Was it not because of you that my darling son sank into the earth in his tender years? Was it not by heeding your word that, till only the other day, we had to suffer hardships none should suffer? Having worn your dear brothers down so greatly, having brought disgrace on the honour of the Bharata line, having poured away wealth, gold and carriages, how have you borne it all, now?