Verse 36

³⁰His fierce eyes could not be met, for the fury in them. He licked the corners of his open mouth. Face and mane were red, splashed with blood, and he was like a lion wearing a garland of entrails from an elephant he has killed. ³¹He threw down the one whose heart-lotus he had torn out with the buds of his nails; then, with his mass of club-like arms, with his nails for weapons and with his heels, he killed all the followers who came behind with weapons raised, in their thousands. ³²Rain clouds were shaken by his mane and driven apart. The planets had their light stolen by his glance. The seas, struck by his breathing, were thrown into turmoil. The elephants of the quarters were frightened by the roaring and cried out.

³³The sky was choked with the flying cars his mane had flung up. The earth, pressed under his feet, slid out of place. Mountains sprang up at the rush of him, and in that blaze of his the sky and the quarters gave no light. ³⁴Then he sat in the hall on the highest seat, the king's own, his blaze gathered into him, mighty. No one was to be seen who would come against him, and he was past bearing with, his face fierce; and not one came near. ³⁵Seeing that first of the Daityas, the fever in the head of the three worlds, killed by Hari in the fight, the wives of the gods, their faces breaking open in the rush of their gladness, rained flowers on him again and again.

³⁶Then the floor of the sky was crowded with the ranks of flying cars of the sky-dwellers, who wanted to see. The gods' drums and kettledrums were beaten, the chief gandharvas danced, and the women sang.