That intelligence, O son of Pritha! is passionate, by which one imperfectly understands piety and impiety, what ought to be done and also what ought not to be done. That intelligence, O son of Pritha! is dark, which shrouded by darkness, understands impiety (to be) piety, and all things incorrectly. That courage, O son of Pritha! is good courage, which is unswerving, and by which one controls the operations of the mind, breath, and senses, through abstraction.