Verse 35

³¹the son of Desire, the one beauty of the worlds, dark, in tawny cloth, lotus-eyed, long-armed, his face set off by the shine of his earrings and his hair and by his smiling glance; ³²playing at dice with his lovely beloved, wearing on his arms a garland of spring jasmine that had taken the saffron from her breasts where her body pressed against his, and sitting there before her. Bana looked at him and was astounded. ³³The Madhava saw him come in ringed about with armed guards and troops. He lifted his heavy club and stood ready to kill, like the Ender holding his staff. ³⁴As they crept round him on every side meaning to take him, he struck them the way the leader of a boar herd strikes dogs. Struck down, they got out of the house and ran, their heads and thighs and arms split open.

³⁵Bali's son, strong himself and in a rage, bound him with snake-nooses as he was cutting down his soldiers. And Usa, shaken through with grief and despair, hearing that he was bound, cried out with tears standing in her eyes.