In plain words
One's own karma, once it is a binding decree, comes circling round; into whatever state it may put you, there is no end to it until you live it out as it puts you. Feet uppermost, ‘Hang there without dying’: did anyone tie them head downward to that tree? Nothing but the karma that came to the bats, O man!
Embodiments of Love! Yesterday I spoke to you about Parīkṣit's coronation. After the coronation many stood by him as companion and shadow, offered their help and cooperation, and brought him forward. To shape the boy Parīkṣit into a great king was a very great thing. None of the Pāṇḍavas was there. Dharmarāja, Bhīma, Arjuna, Nakula and Sahadeva had all gone away to the Himālaya. Of the Pāṇḍava line, only the boy Parīkṣit was left. To ascend the throne there was no other heir but him. Under the watch of three gurus he became accomplished in every branch of learning, ruled to the delight of the people and won a good name.
I must describe to you the events that took place before the Pāṇḍavas set out on the Great Departure. The boy Parīkṣit: ‘Can I, so tender in years, rule so great a kingdom? Can I bear this burden?’ he wept, falling at Dharmaja's feet. Dharmaja too softened a little. Then Draupadī herself gave him courage. “What is this, Dharmaja! Instead of instilling courage and daring into Parīkṣit and the people, are you too going soft? This is not good,” she said.
‘Is this all my lot comes to? Is it right for you to go and leave me alone?’ When Parīkṣit asked this, Dharmaja: ‘My son!