O king, anger is a kind of bitter, pungent, acrid, and hot drink, painful in its consequences: it is a kind of headache not born of any physical illness, and they that are unwise can never digest it. Do thou, O king, swallow it up and obtain peace. They that are tortured by disease have no liking for enjoyments, nor do they desire any happiness from wealth. The sick, however, filled with sorrow, know not what happiness is or what the enjoyments of wealth are.

In plain words: Vidura tells the king that anger is like a bitter, burning drink that brings pain later, like a headache with no illness behind it, and foolish people cannot get it down. He urges the king to swallow his anger and find peace. He adds that sick people cannot enjoy pleasures or wealth because they are filled with sorrow.