Verse 6

⁶As he stood with the wheel busy in his hand, closing with the lowest of Diti's sons, who had once been the first of his own attendants, the sky-goers who did not know this said all manner of things: Good fortune to you, kill him. ⁷Seeing him standing in front with the wheel taken up, and looking at those eyes like lotus petals, the demon, his senses flooded with resentment, bit his lip in fury and breathed hard. ⁸With his terrible teeth, staring with both eyes as if to burn him, he leapt on Hari and struck him with his own mace, crying: You are dead. ⁹Good man, the Bhagavan, the boar of the sacrifice, knocked that mace away in play with his left foot, quick as the wind though it came, while the enemy looked on.

¹⁰And he said: Take up your weapon and set to work, since you mean to win. Told this, the demon struck again and roared aloud. ¹¹Seeing it come flying, the Bhagavan stood his ground and caught it in play as it reached him, as Garuda catches a snake. ¹²His manhood turned back and his pride struck down, the great demon, his brightness gone from him, would not take the mace that Hari held out.