詩節 2.62.12.22.32.42.52.62.72.82.92.102.112.122.132.142.152.162.172.182.192.202.212.222.232.242.252.262.272.282.292.302.312.322.332.342.352.362.372.382.392.402.412.422.432.442.452.462.472.482.492.502.512.522.532.542.552.562.572.582.592.602.612.622.632.642.652.662.672.682.692.702.712.72

I can hardly tell which will be better, that we should coner them or that they should coner us. Even the sons of Dhritarashtra, after slaying whom we do not wish to live, stand facing us.

We do not even know which is better for us, that we conquer or that they conquer us. The sons of Dhritarashtra stand before us, and if we kill them we would not wish to live.

Here Arjuna confesses uncertainty rather than conviction. He cannot tell whether winning or losing would be better, because the people across the field are his own kin, the sons of Dhritarashtra, and a victory over them would leave life without meaning. This admission matters for the dialogue. Arjuna has moved from arguing a position to recognising that he does not know. That honest confusion opens the way for the request he makes in the next verse, where he stops debating and asks to be taught.