’Having said these words unto king Yudhishthira, the son of Dharma, Uluka, turning his face then towards Jishnu, said unto him these words, ’Fight without bragging, O Arjuna!  Why dost thou brag so much?  Success resulteth from the application of method.  A battle is never won by bragging.  If acts in this world, O Dhananjaya, succeeded in consequence only of boasts, then all men would have succeeded in their objects, for who is there that is not competent to brag?  I know that thou hast Vasudeva for thy ally.  I know that thy Gandiva is full six cubits long.  I know that there is no warrior equal to thee.  Knowing all this, I retain thy kingdom yet!  A man never winneth success in consequence of the attribute of lineage.  It is the Supreme Ordainer alone who by his fiat maketh (things hostile) friendly and subservient.  For these thirteen years have I enjoyed sovereignty, while ye were weeping!  I shall continue to rule in the same way, slaying thee with thy kinsmen!  Where was thy Gandiva then when thou wert made a slave won at dice?  Where, O Falguni, was Bhimasena’s might then?  Your deliverance then came neither from Bhimasena armed with mace, nor from you armed with Gandiva, but from faultless Krishna.  It was she, the daughter of Prishata’s house, that delivered you all, sunk in slavery, engaged in occupations worthy only of the low, and working as servitors!  I characterised ye as sesame seeds without kernel.  That is very true, for, did not Partha bear a braid while living in Virata’s city?  In the cooking apartments of Virata, Bhimasena was fatigued with doing the work of a cook.  Even this, O son of Kunti, is (evidence of) thy manliness!  Flying from an encounter with braids and waist-bands thyself binding thy hair into a braid, thou wert employed in teaching the girls to dance!  It is thus that Kshatriyas always inflict punishment on a Kshatriya!  From fear of Vasudeva, or from fear of thyself, O Falguni, I will not give up the kingdom.  Fight, with Kesava as thy ally!  Neither deception, nor conjuror’s tricks, nor jugglery can terrify an armed man ready for fight.  On the other hand, all this provokes only his wrath!  A thousand Vasudevas, a hundred Falgunis, approaching me whose aim and weapons never go for nothing, will fly away in all directions, Encounter Bhishma in combat, or pierce the hills with thy head, or cross with the aid of thy two arms the vast and deep main!  As regards my army, it is a veritable ocean with Saradwat’s son as its large fish; Vivingsati, its smaller fish; Vrihadvala its waves; Somadatta’s son its whale; Bhishma its mighty force; Drona its unconquerable alligator; Karna and Salya, its fishes and whirlpools; Kamvoja its equine head vomiting fire, Jayadratha its (submarine) rock, Purumitra its depth, Durmarshana its waters, and Sakuni its shores!  When having plunged into this swelling ocean with its inexhaustible waves of weapons thou wilt from fatigue be deprived of thy senses, and have all thy relatives and friends slain, then will repentance possess thy heart!  Then will thy heart turn away, O Partha, from the thought of ruling the earth like the heart of a person of impure deeds turning away from (hope of) heaven.  Indeed, for thee to win a kingdom to rule is as impossible as for one not possessed of ascetic merit to obtain heaven!’”