Verse 25

²⁵Narada heard of it, and knowing what the boy meant to do, he touched his head with the hand that kills what is ill, and spoke in wonder. ²⁶See what fire is in the kshatriyas, who cannot bear their honour broken. This one is a child, and yet he carries his stepmother's ill words in his heart. ²⁷Little son, we do not yet see either slight or honour for you, a boy still caught up in his toys and his games. ²⁸Even where a difference does exist, there is no ground for a man's discontent except confusion; in the world people are set apart by their own works. ²⁹So, dear one, a man should be content with just so much as fate has put in front of him; the wise look at it and see the Lord's way of going.

³⁰Now you want to win his grace by the yoga your mother taught you; but to my mind he is hard for men to win over. ³¹Sages who cling to nothing, through many births, hunting for his track with hard yoga and deep stillness, still do not find it. ³²So let this stubbornness of yours turn back; it will bear nothing. You will make the attempt in its own time, when what is good for you stands close.