The same holds true of kinsmen, O Dhritarashtra. Those, O Dhritarashtra, who tyrannize brahmins, women, kinsmen, and cattle soon fall from their stems like ripened fruit. And the trunk of a tree standing alone, however gigantic, strong, and deep-rooted, will soon be broken and bent by a mighty wind. But trees that grow close together, through mutual dependence, are able to withstand even stronger winds. So too a man, however solitary and however endowed with every virtue, is regarded by his enemies as one who can be overcome, like a lone tree by the wind. Kinsmen, again, through mutual dependence and mutual support grow together, like lotus stalks in a lake. These are never to be killed: brahmins, cattle, kinsmen, children, women, those whose food one has eaten, and those who yield, seeking protection. O king, without wealth no good qualities can manifest in a man. But if you are healthy, you can attain your own good, for one who is unwell and sick is as good as dead.