Facing us, opposing us, in battle array;
Are cousins with whom I used to play!
My teacher, uncles, beloved grandsire:
Who’ve nurtured me and whom I’ve admired;
But you tell me Krishna, to use my skill
To make war on them , to maim and kill.
Love and Duty war in my mind:
I chase a resolution that I cannot find–
You speak of a series of lives : and Death
As insubstantial as my horse’s breath.
You remind me of the warrior’s lot–
The Dharmic path that I was taught.
That was the lifeline I needed, my friend,
My charioteer, I shall not now falter or bend:
My mind You have honed- it is sharp and clear:
Another weapon for my foes to fear!