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 laid low in the dust the vain pride of my manlike strength; and all my man’s training lies crushed under thy feet. Now teach me thy lessons; give me the power of the weak and the weapon of the unarmed hand.

I will be thy friend. I will bring the world-conquering Arjuna a captive before thee, to accept his rebellion’s sentence at thy hand.

Had I but the time needed, I could win his heart by slow degrees, and ask no help of the gods. I would stand by his side as a comrade, drive the fierce horses of his war-chariot, attend him in the pleasures of the chase, keep guard at night at the entrance of his tent, and help him in all the great