O descendant of Bharata, from (this) folly you will have to repent afterwards like the man who killed the birds. Like the flower-seller who plucks (flowers) from trees that he cherishers with affection from day to day, continue. O king, to pluck flowers from the Pandavas. Do not burn them to their roots like the fire-producing wind which reduces every thing to charcoal. Do not go to the abode of Yama with your sons, ministers, and forces.
मोहात्मा तप्स्यसे पश्चात् पत्रिहा पुरुषो यथा। जातं जातं पाण्डवेभ्यः पुष्पमादत्स्व भारत॥ मालाकार इवारामे स्नेहं कुर्वन् पुनः पुनः। वृक्षानङ्गारकारीव मैनान् धाक्षी: समूलकान्। मा गमः ससुतामात्यः सबलश्च यमक्षयम्॥