There is, in this world, no more powerful cause of death, as regards men, than heedlessness!  Prosperity abandons a heedless man from every side, and every kind of misery overtakes him.  The tall standard with excellent top that stood on his car was the wreath of smoke that infallibly indicated the Bhishma-fire.  Shafts constituted its flames, and wrath was the wind that fanned it!  The twang of his formidable bow and the sound of his palms constituted the roar of that fire.  Armour and diverse kinds of weapons were the homa libations that were poured into it.  The vast hostile army was the heap of dry forest-grass that was assailed by that fire.  Alas, even they that had endured that fierce fire whose terrible energy was represented by the mighty weapons in Bhishma’s hand have at last fallen through heedlessness.

A heedless person can never acquire knowledge, asceticism, prosperity, or great renown.  Behold, Indra has obtained great happiness after slaying all his foes heedfully.  Behold the survivors among our foes have, through our heedlessness, slain so many sons and grandsons of kings, each of whom was really like Indra himself.  Alas, they have perished like merchants with rich freight perishing through carelessness in a shallow stream after having crossed the great ocean.  They whose bodies are now lying on the bare ground, slain by those vindictive wretches, have without doubt ascended to heaven.

I grieve, however, for the princess Krishna.  Alas, she will be plunged today in an ocean of grief.  Hearing of the slaughter of her brothers and sons and her venerable sire, the king of the Pancalas, without doubt she will fall down senseless on the earth.  Her body emaciated by grief, she will not rise again.  Unable to bear the grief resulting from such affliction, and worthy as she is of happiness, alas, what will be her plight?  Cut to the quick by the slaughter of her sons and brothers, she will be like one scorched by fire.’

Having in deep affliction indulged in these lamentations, that king of Kuru’s race then addressed Nakula, saying, Go and bring the unfortunate princess Draupadi here along with all her maternal relations.’  Obediently accepting that command of the king who equalled Yama himself in righteousness, Nakula speedily proceeded on his car to the quarters of Draupadi where that princess resided with all the wives of the Pancala king.  Having despatched the son of Madri, Yudhishthira, crushed by grief, proceeded with tears in his eyes accompanied by those friends of his, to the field on which his sons had battled and which still teemed with diverse kinds of creatures.  Having entered that cursed field abounding with fierce sights, the king saw his sons, well-wishers, and friends, all lying on the ground, covered with blood, their bodies mangled, and heads separated from their trunks.  Beholding them in that plight, Yudhishthira, that foremost of righteous men, became deeply afflicted.  That chief of the Kurus then began to weep aloud and fell down on the earth, deprived of his senses, along with all his followers.”