Dhritarashtra Tries to Dissuade Duryodhana

Vidura was very distressed that Dhritarashtra seemed unable to grasp such a simple truth. He thought it best not to say anything more and left.

Dhritarashtra tried again to dissuade Duryodhana from gambling with the Pandavas. "Give up your stubborn insistence on this game, son. It will only lead to destruction. Vidura is a great scholar of politics and ethics. He too sees only destruction in this game. You have everything; why do you envy the Pandavas' success?"

But Duryodhana was not at all prepared to hear such words. He said, "I have nothing compared to Kunti's sons. I have seen the gifts they received from kings. Their assembly hall looks like Indra's palace. It is fantastic, amazing, and elusive. The floor resembles a lake. The doors look like walls, and the walls look like doors. I wandered around the building, confused.

"Seeing my plight, they laughed at me and teased me. Their peals of laughter still ring in my ears; I can never forget them. You wanted me to keep suffering in silence. Until I snatch away everything they possess, I cannot find peace."

Dhritarashtra was stunned to learn how much hatred towards the Pandavas filled his son's heart. 

"Don't be jealous of your cousins' prosperity, son," Dhritarashtra said, trying to make his son understand. "You are as wealthy as Yudhishthira. He does not envy you. If you remain obstinate, it will lead to nothing but ruin."