the ocean that never transgresses its continents.  Who is there that would not worship thee, seeing that thou seekest virtue, having abandoned the wrath cherished by thee for thirteen years?  By good luck, O sire, thy heart today followeth in the wake of virtue.  O thou of unfading glory, by good luck, thy understanding inclineth towards compassion.  Though, however, thou art inclined to adopt the path of virtue, thy kingdom was snatched from thee most unrighteously.  Dragging the wife Draupadi to the assembly, thy foes insulted her.  Clad in barks of trees and skins of animals, all of us were exiled to the woods, and though we were undeserving of that plight, our foes nevertheless compelled us to endure it for thirteen years.  O sinless one, thou hast forgiven all these circumstances, every one of which demands the exhibition of wrath.  Wedded as thou art to duties of a Kshatriya, thou hast quietly borne these.  Remembering all those acts of unrighteousness, I came here with thee for avenging myself of them. (When, however, I see that thou art so indifferent, why), I myself will slay those low wretches that despoiled us of our kingdom.  Thou hadst formerly said these words, viz., Addressing ourselves to battle, we will exert to the utmost extent of our abilities.  Today, however, thou reproachest us.  Thou now seekest, virtue.  Those words, therefore, that thou saidst formerly were untrue.  We are already afflicted with fear.  Thou cuttest, however, the very core of our hearts with these thy words, O crusher of foes, like one pouring acid upon the sores of wounded men.  Afflicted with thy wordy darts, my heart is breaking.  Thou art virtuous, but thou dost not know in what righteousness truly consists, since thou applaudest neither thyself nor us, though all of us are worthy of applause.  When Kesava himself is here, praisest thou the son of Drona, a warrior that does not come up to even a sixteenth part of thyself, O Dhanajaya, confessing thy own faults, why dost thou not feel shame?  I can rend asunder this earth in rage, or split the very mountains in whirling that terrible and heavy mace of mine, decked with gold.  Like the tempest, I can break down gigantic trees looking like hills.  I can, with my arrows, rout the united celestials with Indra at their head, together with all the Rakshasas, O Partha, and the Asuras, the Uragas and human beings.  Knowing me, thy brother, to be such, O bull among men, it behoveth thee not, O thou of immeasurable prowess, to entertain any fear about Drona’s son.  Or, O Vibhatsu, stand thou here, with all these bulls amongst men.  Alone and unsupported, I shall, armed with my mace, vanquish this one in great battle.’  After Bhima had ended, the son of the Panchala king, addressing Partha, said these words, like Hiranyakasipu (the leader of the Daityas) unto the enraged and roaring Vishnu,[263] ’O Vibhatsu, the sages have ordained these to be the duties of Brahmanas, viz., assisting at sacrifices, teaching, giving away, performance