Verse 42

³⁷Then they saw portents rising that frighten the world, and said: May no harm come to the earth from robbers, now that she has no master. ³⁸While the sages were turning this over, a heavy dust rose from thieves running in every direction and plundering. ³⁹They understood what the trouble was: with the master gone, people were carrying off each other's goods and looking to kill each other. ⁴⁰The country had become mostly thieves, without strength and without a king; and though they could have stopped it, and saw the harm in it, they did not hold the people back. ⁴¹A brahmin who sees evenly and is quiet, but overlooks the poor, loses even his Brahman, as milk runs out of a cracked pot.

⁴²The line of Anga, the royal sage, must not stop here, for the kings in this line have seed that does not fail, and they take their stand on Kesava.