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The lion was bearing sharp, pointed, dense, crooked, fierce teeth, which were as sharp as Kusha grass and terrifying even to death. He was carrying a fierce, red, blazing eye, like the sun at the time of destruction, which was engulfing all directions. His tail was placed on his head, he was digging the earth with his claws, his chest was as wide as the banks of Kailasa, and he was carrying a thick hip-region. All creatures were looking at him with fear, wondering if he was death itself, or a demon, or the end of time, or the king of the dead, or the Kali Yuga, or destruction, or the destroyer of even Yama (the god of death), or the sun, or fire.
The echoes of his roar filled the large caves, and the mountains seemed to be crying out in fear, their cries deep and profound. The creatures were struck in their ears by his thunderous roar, like a heavy hammer, and they began to make various efforts. The lion, who was looking at the inaccessible mountain in front of him with his eyes, and who was filled with pride, yawned and showed great anger. The lion, whose body was trembling like grass flowers, and whose eyes were red-yellow and restless like a gucchi, entered the cave of the mountain.
The deer, whose mouths had dropped the grass and tender leaves, and whose bodies had become stiff with fear, stood there as they were. The flow of the elephants' rut stopped, their eyes were rolling, their ears were erect, their minds were still, and their bodies were motionless. The group of female animals, including the deer, stood with their young ones inside the circle, trembling with fear. All their eyes were fixed on the leader of their herd. The female monkey, whose body was trembling with fear of the lion's roar, decided to give up her body and food, thinking, "If I survive this calamity, I will eat and live, otherwise not."