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The reckonings for the life of men are twain:
Of each man's righteous deeds a tally true,
A tally true of each man's evil deeds.
Who hath wrought little right, to him is paid
A little bliss in Swarga, then the woe
Which purges; who much right hath wrought, from him
The little ill by lighter pains is cleansed,
And then the joys. Sweet is peace after pain,
And bitter pain which follows peace: yet they,
Who sorely sin, taste of the heaven they miss,
And they that suffer quit their debt at last.
Lo ! we have loved thee, laying hard on thee
Grievous assaults of soul, and this black road.
Bethink thee: by a semblance once, dear son!
Drona thou didst beguile; and once, dear son!
Semblance of hell hath so thy sin assoiled,
Which passeth with these shadows. Even thus
Thy Bhíma went a little space t' account,
Draupadí, Krishna—all whom thou didst love,
Never again to lose! Come, First of men!
These be delivered and their quittance made.
Also the princes, son of Bharata!
Who fell beside thee fighting, have attained.
Come thou to see! Kama, whom thou didst mourn—
That mightiest archer, master in all wars—
He hath attained, shining as doth the sun;
Come thou and see! Grieve no more, king of men!
Whose love helped them and thee, and wins its meed.
Rajas and Maharajas, warriors, aids—
All thine are thine forever. Krishna waits
To greet thee coming, 'companied by gods,
Seated in heaven, from toils and conflicts saved.
Son! there is golden fruit of noble deeds,
Of prayer, alms, sacrifice. The most just Gods
Keep thee thy place above the highest saints,
Where thou shalt sit, divine, compassed about
With royal souls in bliss, as Hari sits;