Verse 22

प्राप विन्ध्यवनं प्रावृण्मत्ताभ्राम्बरभासुरम् ।उद्दधार धराकोशान्नखनिष्कृष्टभूतलः

In plain words

the Vindhya forest, bright with a sky of monsoon-maddened clouds; and, the ground torn open by his nails, he drew up out of the casket of earth