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## The Sixtieth Chapter
379
Seeing his own army being overwhelmed, Sugreeva, along with Bhamandala, rose up to fight. ||74||
Then, a battle ensued between the two armies, filled with mutual challenges, the sky darkened by weapons, and life disregarded. ||75||
Horses clashed with horses, elephants with elephants, chariots with chariots, and foot soldiers with foot soldiers, all filled with great enthusiasm for their lord. ||76||
Indrajit, filled with pride, addressed Sugreeva, who stood before him, with a voice that touched the sky, a voice that was itself a weapon. ||77||
"O vile monkey, beastly and sinful! Having abandoned the command of Ravana, where do you go now, while I am enraged?" ||78||
"Today, with this arrow, black as the blue lotus, I will sever your head. May the earth-dwelling Rama and Lakshmana protect you!" ||79||
Sugreeva then replied, "What is the use of these empty roars? See, I will now break your pride, your crest of arrogance!" ||80||
Thus speaking, Indrajit, bearing the weight of anger, approached Sugreeva, his bow drawn in a wondrous manner. ||81||
He, who was served by the shadow of an umbrella like the moon, released a volley of arrows at the king of Kishkindha. ||82||
Sugreeva, skilled in self-defense, also released arrows, drawn to his ear, and filled with sound, towards Indrajit. ||83||
With that continuous stream of arrows, the entire sky became like another sky, filled with forms. ||84||
From one side, the valiant Meghavahana challenged Bhamandala, and from the other, King Viradhit called out to Vajranakra. ||85||
Gautama Swami said to Srenic, "O King! King Viradhit struck Vajranakra, the king, on his chest with a blazing discus, causing him to fall." ||86||
In return, Vajranakra, with great care, struck Viradhit on his chest with a discus. For, indeed, great shame arises from not returning a blow. ||87||
At that time, the discus, with its sparks born from the friction of the air, and the sparks of the fire, made the sky glow red. ||88||
Such were the words being spoken, "Is this not Indrajit? Is this not Indra? Or is this Agni Kumar, the god of fire? Or has another sun risen?" ||73||
After that, seeing his own army being overwhelmed by Indrajit, Sugreeva himself, along with Bhamandala, rose up to fight. ||74||
Then, a battle ensued between the two armies, filled with mutual challenges, the sky darkened by weapons, and life disregarded. ||75||
Horses clashed with horses, elephants with elephants, chariots with chariots, and foot soldiers with foot soldiers, all filled with great enthusiasm for their lord. ||76||
Indrajit, filled with pride, addressed Sugreeva, who stood before him, with a voice that touched the sky, a voice that was itself a weapon. ||77||
"O vile monkey, beastly and sinful! Having abandoned the command of Ravana, where do you go now, while I am enraged?" ||78||
"Today, with this arrow, black as the blue lotus, I will sever your head. May the earth-dwelling Rama and Lakshmana protect you!" ||79||
Sugreeva then replied, "What is the use of these empty roars? See, I will now break your pride, your crest of arrogance!" ||80||
Thus speaking, Indrajit, bearing the weight of anger, approached Sugreeva, his bow drawn in a wondrous manner. ||81||
He, who was served by the shadow of an umbrella like the moon, released a volley of arrows at the king of Kishkindha. ||82||
Sugreeva, skilled in self-defense, also released arrows, drawn to his ear, and filled with sound, towards Indrajit. ||83||
With that continuous stream of arrows, the entire sky became like another sky, filled with forms. ||84||
From one side, the valiant Meghavahana challenged Bhamandala, and from the other, King Viradhit called out to Vajranakra. ||85||
Gautama Swami said to Srenic, "O King! King Viradhit struck Vajranakra, the king, on his chest with a blazing discus, causing him to fall." ||86||
In return, Vajranakra, with great care, struck Viradhit on his chest with a discus. For, indeed, great shame arises from not returning a blow. ||87||
At that time, the discus, with its sparks born from the friction of the air, and the sparks of the fire, made the sky glow red. ||88||