Verse 16

¹⁰One day, best of the Bhrgus, as the sage sat at his worship on the bank of the Puspabhadra at the joining of the day, brahmin, a great wind came up. ¹¹It raised a furious noise, and behind it came dreadful thunderheads, roaring aloud, letting their streams of rain go with the lightnings, streams thick as axles. ¹²Then the four oceans came into sight, swallowing the floor of the earth from every side, their waves driven by the wind, their crocodiles fierce, their whirlpools full of great terror, their voices deep. ¹³Seeing the fourfold world scorched within and without by the waters, by fierce winds and by lightnings brighter than the sky, and the earth drowned under water, the sage, caught up in it himself, lost heart and shook.

¹⁴As he looked on, the great sea of waters, terrible with its waves, churned by the storm wind, filling from the raining clouds, took the earth as well, and with it the islands and their lands and their mountains. ¹⁵Earth and the middle air, and heaven with its host of stars, the three worlds and the quarters with them, were all flooded over. He alone was left, that great sage, and he wandered with his matted hair flying, like a man dull and blind. ¹⁶Hunger and thirst held him, sea-beasts and swallowers of whales set upon him, wave and wind struck him down. Fallen into a darkness with no far shore, wandering the quarters, worn out, he could not tell sky from earth.