have perished, my heart seems to break into pieces.  Although in consequence of my blindness I never saw their forms, still I cherished a great love for them in consequence of the affection one feels for his children.  Hearing that they had passed out of childhood and entered the period of youth and then of early manhood, I became exceedingly glad, O sinless one.  Hearing today that have been slain and divested of prosperity and energy, I fail to obtain peace of mind, being overwhelmed with grief on account of the distress that has overtaken them.  Come, come, O king of kings (Duryodhana) to me that am without a protector now!  Deprived of thee, O mighty-armed one, what will be my plight?  Why, O sire, abandoning all the assembled kings dost thou lie on the bare ground, deprived of life, like an ordinary and wretched king?  Having been, O monarch, the refuge of kinsmen and friends, where dost thou go now, O hero, abandoning me that am blind and old?  Where now, O king, is that compassion of thine, that love, and that respectfulness?  Invincible as thou wert in battle, how, alas, hast thou been slain by the Parthas?  Who will now, after I will have waked from sleep at the proper hour, repeatedly address me in such endearing and respectful words as, “O father, O father,” “O great king,” “O Lord of the world” and affectionately clasping my neck with moistened eyes, will seek my orders, saying, “Command me, O thou of Kuru’s race.”  Address me, O son, in that sweet language once more.  O dear child, I heard even these words from thy lips, “This wide earth is as much ours as it is of Pritha’s son.  Bhagadatta and Kripa and Shalya and the two princes of Avanti and Jayadratha and Bhurishrava and Sala and Somadatta and Bahlika and Ashvatthama and the chief of the Bhojas and the mighty prince of Magadha and Vrihadvala and the ruler of the Kasi and Shakuni the son of Subala and many thousands of Mlecchas and Sakas and Yavanas, and Sudakshina the ruler of the Kambojas and the king of the Trigartas and the grandsire Bhishma and Bharadwaja’s son and Gotama’s son (Kripa) and Srutayush and Ayutayush and Satayush of great energy, and Jalasandha and Rishyasringa’s son and the Rakshasa Alayudha, and the mighty-armed Alambusa and the great car-warrior Subala—­these and numerous other kings, O best of monarchs, have taken up arms for my sake, prepared to cast away their very lives in great battle, stationed on the field amidst these, and surrounded by my brothers, I will fight against all the Parthas and the Pancalas and the Cedis, O tiger among kings, and the sons of Draupadi and Satyaki and Kunti-Bhoja and the rakshasa Ghatotkaca.  Even one amongst these, O king, excited with rage, is able to resist in battle the Pandavas rushing towards him.  What need I say then of all these heroes, every one of whom has wrong to avenge on the Pandavas, when united together?  All these, O monarch, will fight with the followers of the Pandavas and will slay them in battle.  Karna alone, with myself,