to use his arms, or like kine from one incapable of using his legs.  Thou art faithful in the acquisition of virtue.  It was to please thee, O Bharata, that we have suffered ourselves to be overwhelmed with such dire calamity.  O bull of the Bharata race, it was because we were subject to thy control that we are thus tearing the hearts of our friends and gratifying our foes.  That we did not, in obedience to thee, even then slay the sons of Dhritarashtra, is an act of folly on our part that grieveth me sorely.  This thy abode, O king, in the woods, like that of any wild animal, is what a man of weakness alone would submit to.  Surely, no man of might would ever lead such a life.  This thy course of life is approved neither by Krishna, nor Vibhatsu, nor by Abhimanyu, nor by the Srinjayas, nor by myself, nor by the sons of Madri.  Afflicted with the vows, thy cry is Religion!  Religion!  Hast thou from despair been deprived of thy manliness?  Cowards alone, unable to win back their prosperity, cherish despair, which is fruitless and destructive of one’s purposes.  Thou hast ability and eyes.  Thou seest that manliness dwelleth in us.  It is because thou hast adopted a life of peace that thou feelest not this distress.  These Dhritarashtras regard us who are forgiving, as really incompetent.  This, O king, grieveth me more than death in battle.  If we all die in fair fight without turning our backs on the foe, even that would be better than this exile, for then we should obtain regions of bliss in the other world.  Or, if, O bull of the Bharata race, having slain them all, we acquire the entire earth, that would be prosperity worth the trial.  We who ever adhere to the customs of our order, who ever desire grand achievements, who wish to avenge our wrongs, have this for our bounden duty.  Our kingdom wrested from us, if we engage in battle, our deeds when known to the world will procure for us fame and not slander.  And that virtue, O king, which tortureth one’s own self and friends, is really no virtue.  It is rather vice, producing calamities.  Virtue is sometimes also the weakness of men.  And though such a man might ever be engaged in the practice of virtue, yet both virtue and profit forsake him, like pleasure and pain forsaking a person that is dead.  He that practiseth virtue for virtue’s sake always suffereth.  He can scarcely be called a wise man, for he knoweth not the purposes of virtue like a blind man incapable of perceiving the solar light.  He that regardeth his wealth to exist for himself alone, scarcely understandeth the purposes of wealth.  He is really like a servant that tendeth kine in a forest.  He again that pursueth wealth too much without pursuing virtue and enjoyments, deserveth to be censured and slain by all men.  He also that ever pursueth enjoyments without pursuing virtue and wealth, loseth his friends and virtue and wealth also.  Destitute of virtue and wealth such a man, indulging in pleasure at will, at the expiration of his period of indulgence, meeteth