Verse 27

²²One day in Dvaravati a brahmin woman's little boy died as soon as he was born, when he touched the ground, so they say, descendant of Bharata. ²³The brahmin took the dead child, laid it down at the king's gate, and said this, lamenting, stricken, wretched in his mind: ²⁴By the fault in the act of a kshatriya in name only, a hater of brahmins, crooked in mind, greedy, whose self is in the objects of sense, my little one has come to his death. ²⁵People who serve a king who takes his pleasure in harm, who is of bad conduct and has not conquered his senses, come to grief, poor and always in pain. ²⁶So the brahmin sage laid down a second in the same way, and then a third, at the king's gate, and sang that same song.

²⁷Arjuna heard it once when he was near Kesava, the ninth child having died, and he spoke to the brahmin.