“Vidula said, ’If, having fallen into such a plight, thou wishest to give up manliness, thou shalt then have, in no time, to tread the path that is trod by those that are low and wretched.  That Kshatriya, who, from desire of life, displayeth not his energy according to the best of his might and prowess, is regarded as a thief.  Alas, like medicine to a dying man, these words that are fraught with grave import, and are proper and reasonable, do not make any impression on thee!  It is true, the king of the Sindhus hath many followers.  They are, however, all discounted.  From weakness, and ignorance of proper means, they are waiting for the distress of their master (without being able to effect a deliverance for themselves by their own exertions).  As regards others (his open enemies), they will come to thee with their auxiliaries if they behold thee put forth thy prowess.  Uniting with them, seek refuge now in mountain fastness, waiting for that season when calamity will overtake the foe, as it must, for he is not free from disease and death.  By name thou art Sanjaya (the victorious).  I do not, however, behold any such indication in thee.  Be true to thy name.  Be my son.  Oh, do not make thy name untrue.  Beholding thee while a child, a Brahmana of great foresight and wisdom, said, ‘This one falling into great distress will again win greatness.’  Remembering his words, I hope for thy victory.  It is for that, O son, I tell thee so, and shall tell thee again and again.  That man who pursueth the fruition of his objects according to the ways of policy and for the success of whose objects other people strive cordially, is always sure to win success.  Whether what I have is gained or lost, I will not desist, with such a resolve, O Sanjaya, O learned one, engage in war, without withdrawing thyself from it.  Samvara hath said, ’There is no more miserable state than that in which one is anxious for his food from day to day.’  A state such as his hath beer said to be more unhappy than the death of one’s husband and sons.  That which hath been called poverty is only a form of death.  As regards myself, born in a high race, I have been transplanted from one take into another.  Possessed of every auspicious thing, and worshipped by my husband, my power extended over all.  Staying in the midst of friends, our friends formerly beheld me decked in costly garlands and ornaments, with body well-washed, attired in excellent robes, and myself always cheerful.  When thou wilt behold both me and thy wife weakened (from want of food), thou wilt then, O Sanjaya, scarcely desire to live.  Of what use will life be to thee when thou wilt behold all our servants engaged in attending on us, our preceptors and our ordinary and extraordinary priests, leaving us from want of sustenance?  If, again, I do not now see in thee those laudable and famous achievements in which thou wert formerly engaged, what peace can my heart know?  If I have to say—­Nay—­to a Brahmana, my heart will burst, for neither I nor my husband ever