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The Thirty-Third Chapter
119. Release the bow, dismount the horse, leave the elephant behind, throw the mace into the pit, do not make a loud sound. This extremely terrifying man might come upon us. ||254||
Seeing the group of weapons and hearing the sound, who is this man who has come upon us? ||255||
Move away from this place, give way, O warrior! Remove the elephant from here, why are you standing still? ||256||
O wicked charioteer! Look, he has arrived, he has arrived, abandon the chariot, hurry the horses, we are surely killed. ||257||
Thus speaking, many warriors, having fallen into distress, have abandoned their warrior garb and stand like eunuchs. ||257||
Is this some god playing in battle, or a Vidyadhara? Or is this the power of some wind, known in the world? ||259||
Is this the same as the fierce Yama, the wind, who is known in the world? Is this he, who is as swift and fickle as lightning? ||260||
Having destroyed this army, what will he do next? O Lord, our minds are filled with doubt. ||261||
"Look, he is leaping into the battle, exciting the hair on our bodies. He has dragged the terrified Singhodara from the elephant, and tied him with his own garment around his neck. He is coming forward, subduing him like a bull, and is astonished." ||262-263||
Thus, upon hearing the words of his ministers, Vajrakarna said, "Be at ease, O men, the gods will bring peace. What is the use of worrying so much?" ||264||
Standing on the tops of the palaces, the women of Dasanganagara, filled with wonder, said to each other, ||265||
"O friend, look at the extraordinary feat of this hero, who has single-handedly bound this king with his garment." ||266||
"How glorious is his radiance, how powerful is his brilliance, and how great is his strength! Who is this excellent man?" ||267||
"Is he the husband of some fortunate and virtuous woman? Or will he be in the future? He is the lord of the entire earth." ||268||
Then, the queens of Singhodara, along with the old and the young, fell at the feet of Lakshmana, weeping and trembling with fear. ||269||