“Dhritarashtra said, ’I think destiny is supreme, and exertion fruitless since even Karna, who was like a shala tree, hath been slain in battle!  Having slaughtered Yudhishthira’s army and the large throngs of the Pancala car-warriors, having scorched all the points of the compass by means of his arrowy showers, having stupefied the Parthas in battle like the wielder of the thunderbolt stupefying the asuras, alas, how could that mighty car-warrior, slain by the foe, fall down on the earth like a large tree uprooted by the tempest?  Indeed, I do not behold the end of my sorrows like a drowning man unable to see the end of the ocean.  My anxieties are increasing, I do not desire to live, hearing of Karna’s death and Phalguni’s victory!  Indeed O Sanjaya, I regard the slaughter of Karna to be highly incredible.  Without doubt, this hard heart of mine is made of the essence of adamant, for it does not burst into a 1,000 fragments upon hearing of the fall of Karna!  Without doubt, the gods ordained, before (my birth), a very long life for me, since sore distressed on hearing of the death of Karna, I do not die!  Fie, O Sanjaya, on this life of one that is destitute of friends.  Brought today, O Sanjaya, to this wretched plight, miserably shall I have to live, of foolish understanding that I am, pitied by all!  Having formerly been the honoured of the whole world, how shall I, O Suta, live, overridden by foes?  From pain to greater pain and calamity, have I come, O Sanjaya, in consequence of the fall of Bhishma and Drona and the high-souled Karna!  I do not see that anyone (of my army) will escape with life when the Suta’s son hath been slain in battle!  He was the great raft, O Sanjaya, to my sons!  That hero, having shot innumerable arrows, hath been slain in battle!  What use have I of life, without that bull among men?  Without doubt, the son of Adhiratha, afflicted with arrows, fell down from his car, like a mountain-peak riven by the fall of thunder!  Without doubt, bathed in blood, he lieth, adorning the Earth, like an elephant slain by an infuriate prince of elephants!  He who was the strength of the Dhartarashtras, he who was an object of fear to the sons of Pandu, alas, he viz., Karna, that pride of all bowman, hath been slain by Arjuna!  He was a hero, a mighty bowman, the dispeller of the fears of my sons!  Alas, that hero, reft of life, lieth (on the earth), like mountain struck down by Indra!  The fulfilment of Duryodhana’s wishes is even like locomotion to one that is lame, or the gratification of the poor man’s desire, or stray drops of water to one that is thirsty!  Planned in one way, our schemes end otherwise.  Alas, destiny is all powerful, and time incapable of being transgressed!  Was my son Duhshasana, O Suta, slain, while flying away from the field, humbled (to the dust), of cheerless soul, and destitute of all manliness?  O son, O Sanjaya, I hope he did no dastardly act on that occasion?  Did not that hero meet with his death