in transgressing the preceptor. For this reason
also, I do not see any fault in Drona. For all
that, when Arjuna, of white steeds, penetrated into
our array, having transgressed the preceptor it seems
that the latter, however skilled in weapons, is incapable
of vanquishing the Pandavas in battle. I think
that which is ordained by Fate never occurs otherwise.
And since, O Suyodhana, in spite of ourselves fighting
to the utmost extent of our powers, the ruler of the
Sindhus has been slain in battle, it seems that Fate
is all-powerful. With thyself we had all been
exerting to the utmost of our might on the field of
battle. Fate, however, baffling our exertions,
did not smile on us. We have always exerted to
injure the Pandavas, relying both on deceit and prowess.
Whatever act, O king, a person afflicted by Fate does,
is frustrated by Fate, however, much the person himself
may strive to achieve it. Whatever, indeed, a
man endued with perseverance should do, ought to be
done fearlessly. Success depends on Fate!
By deceit the sons of Pritha were beguiled as also
by the administration of poison, O Bharata! Burnt
they were in the palace of lac, vanquished they were
at dice. In accordance with the dictates of statecraft,
they were exited into the woods. All these, though
done by us with care, have been baffled by Fate.
Fight with resolution, O king, setting Fate at nought.
Between thee and them, both striving to the best of
your prowess even Fate may prove auspicious to that
party which excels the other. No wise measures
have been adopted by the Pandavas with the aid of superior
intelligence. Nor, O hero, do we see, O perpetuator
of Kuru’s race, that thou hast done anything
unwise from want of intelligence! It is Fate that
decides the result of acts, wise or unwise; Fate, ever
intent on its own purposes is awake when all else
sleeps. Vast was thy host, and thy warriors are
many. Even thus the battle began. With their
small force, much greater and consisting of men capable
of smiting effectually, hath been much reduced.
I fear, it is the work of Fate, that has frustrated
“Sanjaya continued, ’While they were discoursing
thus, O king, the Pandava divisions appeared for battle.
Then occurred a fierce battle between thy warriors
and theirs, in which cars and elephants encountered
one another. All this, however, O king, was due
to thy evil policy!’”
“Sanjaya said, ’That elephant force of
thine, O king, swelling with might, fought everywhere,
prevailing over the Pandava force. Resolved to
go to the other world, the Panchalas and the Kauravas
fought with one another for admission into the swelling
domains of Yama. Brave warriors, encountering
brave rivals, pierced one another with arrows and lances
and darts, and quickly despatched one another unto
Yama’s abode. Dreadful was the battle that