Verse 45

⁴¹Hearing that a king who did not deserve it had been cursed, that brahmana did not praise his son. Ah, you who do not understand, what a great wrong you have done: for a very small offence you have laid on a heavy punishment. ⁴²You whose understanding is not yet ripe, you must not measure a king, who is called the highest, by the measure of men. Guarded by a heat that is hard to bear, his people find good things and have nothing anywhere to fear. ⁴³My child, when he who carries the name of king, and the wheel in his hand, is no longer to be seen, then this world fills with thieves and perishes in a moment, unguarded like sheep with no fold.

⁴⁴So from today a wrong comes upon us, though we have no hand in it, from the plundering of the wealth of a people whose protector is gone: men turn robbers in crowds, killing one another, cursing one another, carrying off cattle and women and goods. ⁴⁵Then the noble dharma of men dissolves away too, that goes with the practice of class and stage and is made of the three Vedas. And then, among men whose selves are set on wealth and desire, the classes run together as they do among dogs and monkeys.