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Chapter 10 · Verse 38
🪈 Krishna speaks
Illustration for Chapter 10, Verse 38

दण्डो दमयतामस्मि नीतिरस्मि जिगीषताम्। मौनं चैवास्मि गुह्यानां ज्ञानं ज्ञानवतामहम्॥

daṇḍo damayatāmasmi nītirasmi jigīṣatām | maunaṁ caivāsmi guhyānāṁ jñānaṁ jñānavatāmaham ||

Word by Word 12 words
दण्डः
daṇḍa rod, sceptre, the power to discipline

the sceptre, the rod of just rule

दमयताम्
dam to subdue, to govern

of those who keep order, of rulers

अस्मि
as to be

I am

नीतिः
to lead, to guide

wise statecraft, right strategy

जिगीषताम्
ji to conquer) — desiderative (wishing to win

of those who seek victory

मौनम्
muni silent sage → mauna silence

silence

ca and

and

एव
eva indeed, surely

indeed

गुह्यानाम्
guh to hide, to conceal

of secrets, of hidden things

ज्ञानम्
jñā to know

knowledge, wisdom

ज्ञानवताम्
jñāna knowledge vat possessing

of the wise, of those who know

अहम्
aham I

I

says he is the firm but fair authority of rulers who keep their kingdoms safe, and the clever strategy of those who want to win. Among all secrets, he is silence — for the deepest things are kept by saying nothing at all. And among the wise, he is the very wisdom inside them. Sometimes the greatest power is knowing when not to speak.

कथा

The Silence in the Middle of the Story

An original story

The lamp had burned low, and the temple courtyard had gone quiet.

All evening Thatha had been telling stories. Not painting — just telling — while a knot of village children sat cross-legged around him on the warm flagstones. He told them about the churning of the ocean, about the great bird Garuda, about the mountain that holds up the sky. His voice wove through the dusk and the children leaned in, hardly breathing.

Now he came to the heart of his last story. A king had to make an impossible choice. Save his city, or keep his promise. The children waited.

And Thatha stopped.

He did not say what the king chose. He simply fell silent, looking down at his folded hands, and let the quiet stretch out.

One child squirmed. Another opened his mouth to ask. But Kiran, sitting closest, put up a hand without thinking — *wait* — and the others stilled.

In that silence, something strange happened to Kiran. He found that his own mind began to fill the gap. He felt the king's struggle as if it were his own. He felt how heavy the choice was, how each path cost something dear. No words Thatha could have spoken would have made him feel it so deeply. The silence did what speech could not.

After a long moment, Thatha looked up. "Why did I stop?" he asked softly.

"Because..." Kiran searched for it. "Because if you'd just told us the answer, we'd only have heard it. But in the quiet, we *felt* it."

Thatha nodded slowly. "The Gita says something wonderful here, kanna. says: among secrets, I am silence. The biggest truths can't be handed to you in words like a sweet on a plate. They have to grow inside you, in the still space where no one is talking. Even the wise know this. The wisest people I have met are not the ones who talk the most. They are the ones who know exactly when to be quiet."

He blew gently on the lamp, and the flame steadied.

"Listen now," he whispered. And the children sat together in the dark, and the silence itself seemed to be telling them something — something none of them could quite put into words, and none of them ever forgot.

चिन्तनम्

Has being quiet ever taught you something that words couldn't? When do you find it hardest to stay silent?