contrive for them regions capable of granting every wish.  These, O bull among men, become the guests of Indra.  Men cannot, by sacrifices with profuse gifts, by ascetic penances and by learning, go so speedily to heaven as heroes slain in battle.  On the bodies of hostile heroes constituting the sacrificial fire, they poured their arrowy libations.  Possessed of great energy, they had in return to endure the arrowy libations (poured upon them by their enemies).  I tell thee, O king, that for a Kshatriya in this world there is not a better road to heaven than battle!  They were all high-souled Kshatriyas; possessed of bravery, they were ornaments of assemblies.  They have attained to a high state of blessedness.  They are not persons for whom we should grieve.  Comforting thyself by thy own self cease to grieve, O bull among men!  It behoveth thee not to suffer thyself to be overwhelmed with sorrow and to abandon all actions.  There are thousands of mothers and fathers and sons and wives in this world.  Whose are they, and whose are we?  From day to day thousands of causes spring up for sorrow and thousands of causes for fear.  These, however, affect the ignorant but are nothing to him that is wise.  There is none dear or hateful to Time, O best of the Kurus!  Time is indifferent to none.  All are equally dragged by Time.  Time causeth all creatures to grow, and it is Time that destroyeth everything.  When all else is asleep, Time is awake.  Time is irresistible.  Youth, beauty, life, possessions, health, and the companionship of friends, all are unstable.  He that is wise will never covet any of these.  It behoveth thee not to grieve for what is universal.  A person may, by indulging in grief, himself perish, but grief itself, by being indulged in, never becomes light.  Ifthou feelest thy grief to be heavy, it should be counteracted by not indulging in it.  Even this is the medicine for grief, viz., that one should not indulge in it.  By dwelling on it, one cannot lessen it.  On the other hand, it grows with indulgence.  Upon the advent of evil or upon the bereavement of something that is dear, only they that are of little intelligence suffer their minds to be afflicted with grief.  This is neither Profit, nor Religion, nor Happiness, on which thy heart is dwelling.  The indulgence of grief is the certain means of ones losing ones objects.  Through it, one falls away from the three great ends of life (religion, profit, and pleasure).  They that are destitute of contentment, are stupefied on the accession of vicissitudes dependent upon the possession of wealth.  They, however, that are wise, are on the other hand, unaffected by such vicissitudes.  One should kill mental grief by wisdom, just as physical grief should be killed by medicine.  Wisdom hath this power.  They, however, that are foolish, can never obtain tranquillity of soul.  The acts of a former life closely follow a man, insomuch that they lie by him when he lies down, stay by him when