In plain words
You think it over. Kṛṣṇa alone is our all in all. He alone is mother, father, God, everything; our dear friend is He alone. Having recognised Kṛṣṇa in so many ways, you are falling again into this Māyā. As His will is, so let it happen. To everything, yes, yes, yes. Recognise it in that way,” he said. “One may always give honour, as to mother and father. But without God, there are no mother and father either. That is why it is our duty to regard mother and father themselves as embodiments of God and to take their command upon our heads,” he said. At that same auspicious hour He married Śaśikaḷā to Abhimanyu. From here on, Kṛṣṇa goes on with His journey. To think that Kṛṣṇa's story is simply the killing of this one and that one is great Ajñāna. Kṛṣṇa is making all the boons He gave in the Tretā Yuga bear fruit for them today.
It is not that Kṛṣṇa specially creates a war or kills these people; such things are not Kṛṣṇa's marks. “To establish Dharma, I come into being age after age.” He went on fulfilling today the words He gave in that age. By the time things came to this, the Pāṇḍavas were living in hiding. They are staying in the house of King Virāṭa. Here something very amusing happened. He showed what kind of disgrace comes to heroes, to brave men, to men of dignity who forget God, put their trust in the world and live. The wicked foursome. Duryodhana, Duḥśāsana, Śakuni, Karṇa. These four. They got together nicely. These four were laying a plan. That is, tying up all of King Virāṭa's cattle, they are holding rehearsals: “How are we to conquer each king, one by one, even before the war?” “If Arjuna or Bhīma, or Nakula and Sahadeva come, how are we to besiege them?”: they were doing experiments on the cattle. This news reached King Virāṭa. His son Uttara went. Then pride arose that the king's son was going on his own. He was teaching dance to King Virāṭa's daughter. At once King Virāṭa said, “Bṛhannala! Go with the prince,” he said. He went a little beyond the town. The time of living in hiding is also running out. In one or two days that year will be over. Now it is no fault even if the world knows they are the Pāṇḍavas. At once he called Uttara. “You are a boy; you do not know. You sit at the back, I will sit in front,” and saying this, Arjuna took over the charioteer's seat. As Arjuna goes on chasing them all, each one runs off from wherever he is. At this time some fellow, Uttara's commander, has come. “If we kill him, perhaps we will not be there in the Mahābhārata war,” thought Karṇa, and he simply went away. In the end he tied up with a rope Duryodhana, who had wanted to disgrace them. As he was carrying him off bound with ropes, Duryodhana thought, “This fellow, whoever he is, looks like a brāhmin.