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Rh “Struck at heart with guilt and passion, with confounded mind, I pray, Say what’s better—I, thy pupil, come to thee for refuge, say!

“For I see not how this sorrow, drying my senses, can be driven, Tho’ be mine a sway unstinted over earth or over heaven.”

So the doughty Lord of Slumber to the Lord of Senses spake; “Fight I will not,” to the Cowherd spake he, and no sound did make.

Unto him whose heart was sinking, unto him in words of jest Spake the Senses’ Lord, O Bhârat, right between the armies’ best.

“Thou hast grieved for Whom thou shouldst not; words of wisdom yet hast said;— Now the wise would never grieve for or the living or the dead.

“Nor is it that I have not been, no, nor thou, nor all these kings; Nor is it that we shall not be, after all these worldly things.

“As the ’bodied soul in body suffers childhood, youth and age, So it gets another body;—this will not afflict the sage.