"Let five villages, or even towns, be given to us, dear one, where we might dwell together, so that the Bharatas among us do not perish." But even that the wicked-souled son of Dhritarashtra does not grant, deeming dominion to be his alone — and what could be more grievous than this? In one born of a noble family, in an old man greedy for another's wealth, greed destroys understanding; destroyed understanding kills shame; destroyed shame afflicts dharma; dharma, once struck down, destroys prosperity; and prosperity, once struck down, destroys the man himself — for the destitution of a man is itself his destruction. From the destitute, kinsmen, friends, and priests turn away — just as birds, dear one, desert a tree without flowers and without fruit.