O descendant of Bharata, from (this) folly you will have to repent afterwards like the man who killed the birds. Like the flower-seller who plucks (flowers) from trees that he cherishers with affection from day to day, continue. O king, to pluck flowers from the Pandavas. Do not burn them to their roots like the fire-producing wind which reduces every thing to charcoal. Do not go to the abode of Yama with your sons, ministers, and forces.