Verse 13

⁷For a hundred years the rain-god does not rain on the earth, king. Then, with no food, worn thin by hunger, the people eat one another ⁸and go to ruin slowly, run down by time. The sun of the dissolution drinks with its dreadful rays the sap of the sea, of bodies and of the ground, ⁹all of it, and lets none of it go. Then the fire of the dissolution, risen out of the mouth of Sankarsana, ¹⁰lifted by the force of the wind, burns the hollows of the earth, empty now. Above and below and on every side, with the tongues of the fire and the sun, ¹¹the egg burns and shines like a burnt lump of cow dung. Then a violent wind, the great wind of the dissolution, for more than a hundred years

¹²blows on, and the sky is smoke-grey and covered over with dust. Then, dear one, whole families of clouds of many colours, ¹³rain for a hundred years and roar with a rushing noise. Then the world inside the hollow of the egg of Brahma is one water.