Prosperity utterly attends the wise man who has mastered his senses, subdued his ministers, wields punishment against wrongdoers, and acts only after due examination. The chariot, O king, is a man's body; not the body but the self is the driver, and his senses are the horses. Attentive and skillful with these fine steeds, once tamed, the wise man travels happily, like a charioteer. Left unrestrained, these very senses are enough to bring ruin, like unbroken, disobedient horses on the road under an unskilled driver. The fool, carried away by his senses, mistakes harm for benefit and benefit for harm, and takes grievous suffering to be happiness. He who abandons dharma and profit and becomes a slave to his senses is swiftly stripped of glory, life, wealth, and wife.