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In the Harivamsha Purana,
"I, Garmeshwara, was invincible even to the greatest of men. How is it that I am being defeated by a mere mortal who has been afflicted since his birth? (73)
If even such a common man was destined to defeat me, why was I subjected to so much hardship in Gokul during my childhood? This is a mockery of justice! (74)
This Lakshmi, who is skilled in blinding people, who destroys the courage and fortitude of even the bravest, and who desires to go to other men like a prostitute, is to be condemned! (75)
Having considered all this, Jarasandha was certain that his time of death had arrived. However, being fearless by nature, he said to Krishna, "You have thrown your discus, why are you ignoring time? You foolish one, he who ignores time, the long-winded, is sure to perish! (77)
Upon hearing this, Hari, who was naturally humble, replied, "I have been born a Chakravarti, so from this day forward, you shall remain under my rule. (78)
Although it is clear that you are intent on harming us, we, who are pleased by mere salutations, forgive your transgression. (79)
Jarasandha, filled with pride, retorted, "This discus is like a mere toy to me. Why are you so arrogant about it? (80)
Or perhaps, a man who has never seen prosperity becomes arrogant with even a little wealth, while a great man, who has seen prosperity, does not become arrogant even with great wealth. (81)
I will soon throw you into the sea, along with the Yadavas, this discus, and all the other kings who support you!" (82)
Upon hearing this, the Chakravarti Krishna, enraged, whirled his discus and hurled it. It swiftly flew and pierced through Jarasandha's chest, which was like a wall. (83)
The discus, having killed Jarasandha, returned to Krishna's hand in an instant. It is fitting, for when a task is completed, any further delay is pointless. (84)
Krishna blew his conch, Panchajanya, which was pleasing to the Yadavas. The sound of the conch, like the roar of a lion, echoed throughout the battlefield, and the lotus-like faces of the Yadavas were filled with joy. (85)"