Verse 20

²⁰The rest of the raksasa host, what the arrows of that best of kshatriyas had left alive, ran from the field, most of them with limbs cut away, like herd-leaders a lion has been playing with. ²¹That best of the line of Manu could see no one left in the great battle with a weapon raised against him. He wanted to see the city, but he did not go in: nobody knows what those who work illusion mean to do. ²²Saying this to his own driver, he of the bright chariot stayed on his guard, expecting the enemy to strike back. He heard a sound like a sea driven by wind, and then dust showed in every quarter. ²³In a moment the sky was covered over with a bank of cloud, lightning breaking out of it and thunder terrifying the quarters.

²⁴Blameless one, they rained down floods of blood, and gore and pus and dung and urine and fat, and headless trunks fell out of the sky in front of him. ²⁵Then a mountain showed in the sky, and from every direction there fell maces and bludgeons, swords and pestles, and a rain of stones with them. ²⁶Snakes whose breath was lightning came at him, spitting fire out of angry eyes, and elephants in rut, and lions and tigers in packs.