Verse 15

¹¹The Bhagavan took him by the two horns and pushed him back eighteen paces, as one elephant pushes back another. ¹²Thrown back by the Bhagavan, he got up again at once and came on, his whole body running with sweat, breathing hard, out of his senses with rage. ¹³As he came on, he caught him by the horns, trod him down with his foot, threw him to the ground and wrung him out as a wet cloth is wrung; then with the horn he struck him, and he fell. ¹⁴Bringing up blood, letting go his urine and dung, kicking out his legs, his eyes rolling loose, he went the hard way to the house of Nirrti; and the gods scattered flowers and praised Hari.

¹⁵Having killed the humped one in this way and being praised by his own people, he went into the cow-station with Bala, a festival for the eyes of the cowherd women.