with Brahmanas, hath been forbidden.  Therefore, O bull amongst men, strive for the acquisition of wealth by exerting thy might and energy.  Neither mendicancy, nor the life of a Sudra is what is proper for thee.  Might and energy constitute the virtue of the Kshatriya in especial.  Adopt thou, therefore, the virtue of thy order and slay the enemies.  Destroy the might of Dhritarashtra’s sons, O son of Pritha, with my and Arjuna’s aid.  They that are learned and wise say that sovereignty is virtue.  Acquire sovereignty, therefore, for it behoveth thee not to live in a state of inferiority.  Awake, O king, and understand the eternal virtues (of the order).  By birth thou belongest to an order whose deeds are cruel and are a source of pain to man.  Cherish thy subjects and reap the fruit thereof.  That can never be a reproach.  Even this, O king, is the virtue ordained by God himself for the order to which thou belongest!  If thou fallest away therefrom, thou wilt make thyself ridiculous.  Deviation from the virtues of one’s own order is never applauded.  Therefore, O thou of the Kuru race, making thy heart what it ought to be, agreeably to the order to which thou belongest, and casting away this course of feebleness, summon thy energy and bear thy weight like one that beareth it manfully.  No king, O monarch, could ever acquire the sovereignty of the earth or prosperity or affluence by means of virtue alone.  Like a fowler earning his food in the shape of swarms of little easily-tempted game, by offering them some attractive food, doth one that is intelligent acquire a kingdom, by offering bribes unto low and covetous enemies.  Behold, O bull among kings, the Asuras, though elder brothers in possession of power and affluence, were all vanquished by the gods through stratagem.  Thus, O king, everything belongeth to those that are mighty.  And, O mighty-armed one, slay thy foes, having recourse to stratagem.  There is none equal unto Arjuna in wielding the bow in battle.  Nor is there anybody that may be equal unto me in wielding the mace.  Strong men, O monarch, engage in battle depending on their might, and not on the force of numbers nor on information of the enemy’s plans procured through spies.  Therefore, O son of Pandu exert thy might.  Might is the root of wealth.  Whatever else is said to be its root is really not such.  As the shade of the tree in winter goeth for nothing, so without might everything else becometh fruitless.  Wealth should be spent by one who wisheth to increase his wealth, after the manner, O son of Kunti, of scattering seeds on the ground.  Let there be no doubt then in thy mind.  Where, however, wealth that is more or even equal is not to be gained, there should be no expenditure of wealth.  For investment of wealth are like the ass, scratching, pleasurable at first but painful afterwards.  Thus, O king of men, the person who throweth away like seeds a little of his virtue in order to gain a larger measure of virtue, is regarded as wise.  Beyond doubt, it is as I