Mahabharat

The Gods have showered their blessings upon us, King Drupad.

In exchange for our merits

they have blessed you with a son.

It is now time

to obtain the great blessing

which is a part of your destiny.

For the birth of your daughter

make the sacrifices, Your Highness!

I am not a fool, great sage.

I wanted a son

and I have got one.

Now, I do not wish to sacrifice anything.

Let's go, son.

Stop! King Drupad!

The maiden born from this 'yajna'

is the fate of the Aryan region!

You must accept her!

No woman can ever be a person's fate, great sage.

A father never obtains anything from his daughter.

Let's go, son.

You are a fool, Drupad!

One obtains love from one's daughter!

One obtains respect from one's daughter!

One obtains righteousness from one's daughter!

Do not forget, King Drupad

that a son bestows only his family with righteousness!

But a daughter blesses the future generations

and the entire world with righteousness!

All that is good in the world

is obtained only from a daughter, Drupad!

The wrath of the Gods is increasing, Drupad!

Do not be foolish!

Come back for the 'yajna!'

Stop, Drupad!

You will not be able to leave this 'yajna' incomplete!

And the Gods will not permit you to leave.

What will the Gods give me

by forcing me to make a sacrifice?!

What will they give me?!

Then I shall make a sacrifice!

Do the Gods wish to bless the entire world through me?!

Then I

ask for lifelong struggle for my daughter!

I ask for pain!

What are you asking for, Drupad?!

How can you ask for pain for your own daughter?!