day and night in controversial disputations, in talk, in conversation, in the stirring music of diverse instruments, and in various kinds of delightful songs, who was worshipped by many persons among the Kurus, the Pandavas, and the Satwatas, alas, O Suta, in the abode of that son of Drona no sound can be heard as formerly.  Singers and dancers used, in a large number, to wait closely upon that mighty bowman, viz., the son of Drona.  Alas, their sounds can no longer be heard in his abode.  That loud noise which rose in the camp of Vinda and Anuvinda every evening, alas, that noise is no longer heard there.  Not in the camp of the Kaikeyas can that loud sound of song and slapping of palms be heard today which their soldiers, engaged in dance and revelry, used to make.  Those priests competent in the performance of sacrifices who used to wait upon Somadatta’s son, that refuge of scriptural rites, alas, their sounds can no longer be heard.  The twang of the bowstring, the sounds of Vedic recitation, the whiz of lances and swords, and rattle of car-wheels, used incessantly to be heard in the abode of Drona.  Alas, those sounds can no longer be heard there.  That swell of songs of diverse realms, that loud noise of musical instruments, which used to arise there, alas, those can no longer be heard today.  When Janardana of unfading glory came from Upaplavya, desirous of peace, from compassion for every creature, I then, O Suta, said unto the wicked Duryodhana:  Obtaining Vasudeva as the means, make peace with the Pandavas, O son!  I think the time has come (for making peace).  Do not, O Duryodhana, transgress my command.  If thou settest Vasudeva aside, who now begs thee for peace and addresses thee for my good, victory thou wilt never have in battle.  Duryodhana, however, did set aside him of Dasarha’s race, that bull among all bowmen, who then spoke what was for Duryodhana’s good.  By this, he embraced what was calamitous to himself.  Seized by Death himself, that wicked-souled son of mine, rejecting my counsels, adopted those of Duhsasana and Karna.  I myself did not approve of the game of dice.  Vidura did not approve of it.  The ruler of the Sindhus did not, nor Bhishma; nor Salya; nor Bhurisravas; nor Purumitra; nor Jaya; nor Aswatthaman; nor Kripa; nor Drona, O Sanjaya!  If my son had conducted himself according to the counsels of these persons, he would then, with his kinsmen and friends have lived for ever in happiness and peace.  Of sweet and delightful speech ever saying what is agreeable amid their kinsmen, high-born, loved by all, and possessed of wisdom, the sons of Pandu are sure to obtain happiness.  The man who casteth his eye on righteousness, always and everywhere obtaineth happiness.  Such a man after death, winneth benefit and grace.  Possessed of sufficient might, the Pandavas deserve to enjoy half the earth.  The earth girt by the seas is as much their ancestral possession (as of the Kurus).  Possessed of sovereignty, the Pandavas will never deviate from the track of