The Mallas, mounting on the city towers, beheld the great supports of life destroyed; they then prepared their warlike engines to crush the foe without:  balistas and catapults and “flying torches,” to hurl against the advancing host.  Then the seven kings entrenched themselves around the city, each army host filled with increasing courage; their wings of battle shining in array as the sun’s seven beams of glory shine; the heavy drums rolling as the thunder, the warlike breath rising as the full cloud mist.  The Mallas, greatly incensed, opening the gates command the fray to begin; the aged men and women whose hearts had trust in Buddha’s law, with deep concern breathed forth their vow, “Oh! may the victory be a bloodless one!” Those who had friends used mutual exhortations not to encourage in themselves a desire for strife.

And now the warriors, clad in armor, grasping their spears and brandishing their swords ’midst the confused noise and heavy drums advanced.  But ere the contest had begun, there was a certain Brahman whose name was Drona, celebrated for penetration, honored for modesty and lowliness, whose loving heart took pleasure in religion.  This one addressed those kings and said:  “Regarding the unequalled strength of yonder city, one man alone would be enough for its defence; how much less when with determined heart they are united, can you subdue it!  In the beginning mutual strife produced destruction, how now can it result in glory or renown?  The clash of swords and bloody onset done, ’tis certain one must perish! and therefore whilst you aim to vanquish those, both sides will suffer in the fray.  Then there are many chances, too, of battle:  ’tis hard to measure strength by appearances; the strong, indeed, may overcome the weak, the weak may also overcome the strong; the powerful champion may despise the snake, but how will he escape a wounded body? there are men whose natures bland and soft, seem suited for the company of women or of children, but when enlisted in the ranks, make perfect soldiers.  As fire when it is fed with oil, though reckoned weak, is not extinguished easily, so when you say that they are weak, beware of leaning overmuch on strength of body; nought can compare with strength of right religion.  There was in ancient times a Gina king, whose name was Karandhama, his graceful upright presence caused such love in others that he could overcome all animosity; but though he ruled the world and was high renowned, and rich and prosperous, yet in the end he went back and all was lost!  So when the ox has drunk enough, he too returns.  Use then the principles of righteousness, use the expedients of good will and love.  Conquer your foe by force, you increase his enmity; conquer by love, and you will reap no after-sorrow.  The present strife is but a thirst for blood, this thing cannot be endured!  If you desire to honor Buddha, follow the example of his patience and long-suffering!” Thus this Brahman with confidence declared the truth; imbued with highest principles of peace, he spake with boldness and unflinchingly.