Verse 39

³¹With the best of the wrestlers killed and the rest run off, the king of the Bhojas stopped his drums and said this: ³²Throw these two ill-behaved sons of Vasudeva out of the city. Take the cowherds' wealth. Bind Nanda, the fool. ³³And let Vasudeva be killed at once, that dull-witted man, the worst of the wicked, and my father Ugrasena too, with his followers, who have gone over to the other side. ³⁴While Kamsa was boasting like this, the one who does not wear away grew angry, sprang up lightly and quickly, and climbed the high platform. ³⁵Seeing him coming, his own death, that steady-minded man got up at once from his seat and took hold of sword and shield.

³⁶As he darted about with the sword in his hand, quick as a hawk in the sky, to the right and to the left, the one of fierce and unbearable heat seized him by force, as Tarksya's son seizes a serpent. ³⁷Taking him by the hair, his crown falling from him, throwing him down from the high platform onto the floor of the arena, the lotus-navelled one himself, the shelter of the world, who answers to himself alone, came down on top of him. ³⁸He dragged the dead man along the ground, as a lion drags an elephant, while the world looked on; and a great sound of ah, ah went up then, raised by all the people, lord of men. ³⁹With a mind always uneasy he had seen that Lord, the bearer of the discus, in front of him, whether drinking, or talking, or moving about, or sleeping, or breathing; and so he came to that very form which is so hard to reach.