Verse 50

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Bind him until the teacher comes· Verses 45–50

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I have spoken to him hard and often, and I have made ways to kill him. From all those betrayals, all those unrighteous doings, he has come free by his own fire alone. He is here, not far off; and a child though he is, his mind is not dull. He does not forget the base thing I did. Like Sunahsepa. And he is able. The power in him cannot be measured. He fears nothing from any quarter. He does not die. Surely, out of this enmity, my death will come. Or else it will not. Brooding on that, his splendour a little faded and his face turned down, he was spoken to in private by Sanda and Amarka, the sons of Usanas, in these words.

The three worlds have been conquered by you alone, and every ruler of a station is frightened when your brows lift. We see nothing in this for you to brood over, master. Children are no ground either for merit or for fault. Bind this one with Varuna's nooses and keep him, so that fear does not carry him off, until the teacher, the Bhargava, comes. A man's understanding comes with his years and with waiting on his elders.