Verse 6

¹Then the gods, their wits given back to them by the great compassion of the supreme Person, Sakra and Samirana and the rest, struck hard in the fight at the very ones by whom they had been struck before. ²When the revered chastiser of Paka, enraged, raised his thunderbolt against Virocana's son, the creatures cried out, Alas, alas. ³He of the bolt in his hand spoke this to him, slighting him as he stood there before him, high-spirited, well furnished, ranging about in that great fight: ⁴Fool, with tricks you mean to beat us, who are the masters of maya, as an actor would. A juggler beats children whose eyes are bound and carries off their money.

⁵Those who mean to climb to heaven by tricks and to slip up into it, those robbers who know nothing, I shake down below the very station they held before. ⁶So it is I who will take your head today, evil trickster, with the hundred-jointed bolt. Dull-witted one, do what you can, and your kinsmen with you.