Verse 52

⁵²When you do not mount your chariot of victory, set thick with jewels, your fierce bow twanging, frightening off the wicked with that chariot, ⁵³and go about making the round of the earth shake under the feet of your army, dragging your great host behind you like the sun, ⁵⁴then all the boundaries that hold class and stage in place, king, which the Bhagavan framed, are broken through by robbers. ⁵⁵And wrongdoing swells among greedy men who have no hook to check them. When you lie down, this world is seized by robbers and goes to ruin. ⁵⁶Still I ask you, hero: for what have you come here? We shall take it up with a heart that has no pretence in it.