Verse 13

¹³So put down by the Bhagavan and made game of, he grew fiercely angry, and a swelling rage came over him, like a king of snakes being played with. ¹⁴Breathing hard, unable to bear it, his senses shaking with fury, the demon came at him at speed and struck Hari with his mace. ¹⁵But the Bhagavan turned aside and let the rush of the mace go past his chest, the mace the enemy had let fly, as one settled in yoga slips past the ender. ¹⁶The enemy took his mace up again and swung it round and round, biting his lip in his fury, and Hari in his anger ran straight at him. ¹⁷Then the Lord struck the enemy with his mace on the right brow. But the man was skilled, gentle one, and he beat the blow off with his own mace.

¹⁸So with their heavy maces the one whose eyes are gold and Hari himself, each set on winning and both in a great fury, struck at one another. ¹⁹The two contended, their bodies cut by the sharp maces, their anger rising at the smell of blood from the wounds, moving through strange figures in the wish to win; and the fight of the two fierce ones looked like two bulls fighting over a cow, the earth.