Beholding his beauty, the gods rejoiced and rained down flowers in an endless shower, exclaiming, ‘Glory, glory, all glory to the Lord of mercy, the storehouse of beauty, strength and perfection!’

Meanwhile, the demon hosts came jostling on in infinite number. When the monkey warriors saw them, they marched out to face them like the masses of clouds gathered on the day of dissolution.

Many a scimitar and sword flashed forth like gleams of lightning from every quarter of the heavens. The shrill cries of the elephants and horses and the rattling sound of the chariots resembled the fearsome peal of thunder-clouds.

The monkey’s many tails spreading over the sky look like the rising of an array of magnificent rainbows. The dust rose in thick columns like streams of water and the arrows shot forth in an endless shower like drops of pelting rain.

The mountains hurled from either side fell in continuous showers like thunderbolts. Raghunatha in his wrath let fly streams of shafts which straightway wounded the demon troops.

As the arrows struck, the demon warriors screamed with pain and reeled and fell here and there on the ground. Blood flowed forth from their bruised bodies like torrents down a hill and struck terror into timorous hearts.

A most unholy river of blood that struck terror into timid hearts flowed on between the two armies for its banks, with chariots for sand and wheels for eddies – a frightful flood indeed- with elephants, footmen, horses, donkeys and all kinds of vehicles that none could count, for the fish; with arrows, lances and iron clubs for its snakes, bows for its waves and shields for its many tortoises.