So, anywhere you're stationed eleven on your precise position alongside the road, your Lordships all needs to take into account, Bhishma is to be secure! ’ “Like a lion, Bhishma bellowed, 12 That clever previous guy of the Kurus, and blew his conch, jam-packed with energy, bringing pleasure to Duryodhana! “Then conches and the kettledrums, thirteen the cymbals, drums and trumpets too, abruptly certainly have been sounded in a tumultuous uproar! “Standing of their nice chariot 14 drawn by means of a yoked pair of white steeds, Krishna and the Son of Pandu blew upon their sacred conches: “Lord Krishna blew ‘The Demon’s Horn,’ 15 and Arjuna blew ‘Heaven’s Gift’; wolf-bellied Bhima, fierce in battle, blew upon the nice conch ‘Paundra. ’ “Kunti’s son, King Yudhishthira, sixteen blew the conch ‘Endless Victory’; Nakula and Sahadeva blew ‘Sweet of Tone’ and ‘Jewel-Flowered. ’ “The Kashis’ king, better of archers, 17 Shikandi, that groovy warrior, Dhrishtadyumna and Virata, Satyaki, the invincible, “in unison, O Dhritarashtra, 18 with the fierce son of Subhadra, Drupada and Draupadi’s sons blew their conches respectively: “rolling because it did like thunder 19 among the earth and firmament, that groovy commotion brought on the hearts of Dhritarashtra’s sons to burst! “Now Monkey-Bannered Arjuna, 20 seeing his foes drawn up for battle, raised his bow, that Son of Pandu, because the guns started to conflict. “Then he acknowledged those phrases to Krishna: 21 ‘Lord of the Earth, Unshaken One, deliver my chariot to a halt among the 2 opposed armies, ‘so i'll see those males, arrayed 22 right here for the conflict they wish, whom i'm quickly to adopt a warrior’s enjoy battling! ‘I see those that have assembled, 23 the soldiers ready to struggle, desirous to practice in conflict for Dhritarashtra’s evil son! ’ “When Arjuna had spoken so 24 to Krishna, O Bharata, he, having introduced their chariot to a halt among the armies, “in the face of Bhisma, Drona, 25 and the opposite Lords of the Earth, acknowledged, ‘Behold, O Son of Pritha, how those Kurus have assembled! ’ “And there the Son of Pritha observed 26 rows of grandfathers and grandsons; sons and fathers, uncles, in-laws; academics, brothers and partners, “all kinfolk and neighbors of his 27 in either one of the assembled armies. And seeing them arrayed for warfare, Arjuna, the Son of Kunti, “felt for them an outstanding compassion, 28 in addition to nice depression, and acknowledged, ‘O Krishna, now that i've got obvious my family so willing for battle, ‘I am unstrung: my limbs cave in 29 underneath me, and my mouth is dry, there's a trembling in my physique, and my hair rises, bristling; ‘Gandiva, my immortal bow, 30 drops from my hand and my pores and skin burns, i can't stand upon my toes, my brain rambles in confusion— ‘All inauspicious are the indicators 31 that I see, O Handsome-Haired One! I foresee no strong ensuing from slaughtering my kinfolk in battle! ‘I haven't any want for victory, 32 nor for kingship and its pleasures! O Krishna, what sturdy is kingship? What reliable even lifestyles and delight? ‘Those for whose sake we hope 33 kingship, pleasures and enjoyments, are actually drawn up in conflict traces, their lives and riches now deserted: ‘fathers, grandfathers; sons, grandsons; 34 my mother’s brothers and the boys who taught me in my adolescence; brothers- and fathers-in-law: kinsmen all!