valour that they had won all their prosperity, and
(yet) they were ever dutiful to me. Though I
scrutinized their conduct, I could never find fault
with them,—no, not even a single fault for
which we might blame them. They always act mindful
of virtue and wealth; they never give way to love
of sensual enjoyments, or cold, or hunger, or thirst;
they subdue steep and laziness and wrath and joy and
heedlessness. The sons of Pritha, mindful of
both virtue and wealth, are ever pleasant to all.
On proper occasions they part with their wealth to
friends. Friendship with them never loses its
ardour on account of length of time; for they bestow
honours and wealth on every one according to his deserts.
Not a soul in the race of Ajamida ever entertains
hatred for them excepting this vile, capricious, dull-headed
Duryodhana, and excepting also the still more mean-minded
Karna. These two always enhance the energy of
those high-souled ones who have been divested of both
friends and happiness. Enterprising and brought
up in every indulgence, Duryodhana reckons all that
to be well-done. It is childish on Duryodhana’s
part to think that it is possible to rob the Pandavas
of their just share so long as they are alive.
It is wise to yield to Yudhishthira his due share before
the war,—to him whose steps are followed
by Arjuna and Krishna and Bhima and Satyaki and the
two sons of Madri and the warriors of the Srinjaya
race. That wielder of the Gandiva, Savyasachin,
seated on his car, would alone be able to devastate
the whole world. And likewise the victorious and
high-souled Krishna, the lord of the three worlds,
incapable of defeat is able to do the same. What
mortal would stand before him who is the one worthiest
person in all the worlds and who discharges his multitude
of arrows that roar like the clouds, covering all
sides, like flights of swiftly-coursing locusts?
Alone on his car, holding the Gandiva, he had conquered
the northern regions as also the Kurus of the north
and brought away with him all their wealth. He
converted the people of the Dravida land to be a portion
of his own army. It was Falguna, the wielder of
the Gandiva, who defeating in the Khandava woods all
the gods together with Indra, made offerings to Agni,
enhancing the honour and fame of the Pandavas.
Of all wielders again of the mace, there is none equal
to Bhima; and there is none also who is so skilful
a rider of elephants. On car, they say, he yields
not to even Arjuna; and as to might of arms, he is
equal to ten thousand elephants. Well-trained
and active, he who hath again been rendered bitterly
hostile, would in anger consume the Dhartarashtras
in no time. Always wrathful, and strong of arms,
he is not capable of being subdued in battle by even
Indra himself. Of great heart, and strong, and
endued with great lightness of hand, the two (twin)
brothers, sons of Madri, carefully trained by Arjuna,
would leave not a foe alive, like to a pair of hawks
preying upon large flocks of birds. This our