Verse 13

¹³Above and below, in themselves, in the mountain and in the cord, they were strengthened by the higher one who had entered them; and wild with it they churned the sea with the great mountain until its crowds of crocodiles were shaken out of their places. ¹⁴The demons, Pauloma and Kaleya and Bali and Ilvala and the rest, had their brightness struck out of them by the fire and smoke of the breath from the snake king's thousand hard-eyed mouths, and they became like pines burnt in a forest fire. ¹⁵And the gods, whose brightness the flames of that breath had struck, their clothes and garlands and fine tunics and faces gone smoky, were rained upon by clouds at the Bhagavan's bidding, and winds blew over them carrying the spray of the sea.

¹⁶When the nectar would not come, though the sea was churned so by the leaders of the bands of gods and antigods, the Unconquered churned it himself. ¹⁷Dark as a raincloud, girt in gold, lightning flashing at his ears, the bright hair loosened on his head, wearing a garland, his eyes red, taking hold of the biting snake with conquering arms that give the world its safety, churning with the churn, holding the mountain: he shone then like one mountain facing another.