Disclaimer: This translation does not guarantee complete accuracy, please confirm with the original page text.
Sangamdeva, driven by intense malice, created a terrible affliction. Could the three Kula Parvata mountains in the first light of Yoga Shastra be moved? Then, that wicked one, having removed the dust, produced ants with vajramukhi (diamond-like) mouths that tormented the Lord's every limb. Those ants, with needle-like, sharp mouths, climbed freely from one side of the Lord's body to the other. Like the desires of the unfortunate, the ants' torment also proved futile. Then he took the form of a dance. Truly, "The evil deeds of the wicked never end." Taking the form of a dance, he bit the Lord's body in many places, causing blood to flow like cow's milk. The Lord appeared as if a waterfall was flowing from a mountain. When the Lord was not disturbed by such affliction, the evil-minded Sangamdeva, eager to inflict a fierce bite, took the form of red ants that could not be driven away by pain and deeply embedded their mouths in the Lord's body. At that time, those ants appeared as if the Lord's body had suddenly become covered in goosebumps. Even during such affliction, the Lord remained steadfast in his yoga. But the deva was determined to break his concentration by any means. Therefore, he created large, poisonous scorpions, as fierce as the sparks of the fire of the apocalypse or like heated arrows, with their twisted tails, they began to cut the Lord's body with their thorns. When the Nath was not disturbed by that either, the deceitful deva created weasels with sharp teeth, who, with a "khi-khi" sound, tore pieces of flesh from the Lord's body with their teeth and dropped them to the ground. When his desire was still not fulfilled, in anger, he created serpents with fierce, extremely hot fangs, like the arms of Yama Raja. Just as a vine wraps around a large tree, they wrapped around the Lord Mahavira's body from head to toe and struck with their fangs in such a way that their fangs began to break. They bit so fiercely that their teeth broke. They became venomless and fell like ropes. After that, the merciless deva immediately created rats with vajra-like hard, sharp claws and teeth. They began to gnaw and eat the Lord's limbs with their teeth and mouths. And like sprinkling salt on a wound, they urinated on the wounds they had inflicted. But even when they were completely unsuccessful in disturbing the Lord, the demon-possessed one took the form of an elephant with a sharp, pestle-like tusk. The earth trembled when its feet touched the ground, and it raised its trunk so high that it seemed to measure the constellations and the sky, and it crashed down on the Lord. It grabbed the Lord with its powerful trunk and threw him high into the sky. With the intention of tearing him to pieces when he fell, the elephant raised its tusk high and caught the falling Lord on the tip of its tusk. The Lord's vajra-like hard body struck his chest when he landed on the tip of the tusk, causing sparks to fly. Still, the poor elephant could not even bend a hair on the Lord's head. Then that deva created a she-elephant like a Vaarini, who, with all her strength in her trunk and tusks, tried to pierce the Lord's body and began to spray poisonous water on him. But the use of the she-elephant also came to naught. Then that wicked deva took the form of a terrifying demon, whose fangs were as fierce as a crocodile's. His mouth was as wide and terrifying as a fire pit filled with many flames, open like a hollow. His arms were as long as the torana pillars of Yama Raja's palace. His thighs were as tall and long as a palm tree. He was wearing leather clothes and carrying a dagger, laughing loudly, roaring, sometimes giggling, trying to frighten the Lord. He brought many calamities upon the Lord. But like a lamp that goes out when the oil runs out, that demon was bewildered in front of the Lord, burning with anger. Then, in anger, that merciless deva immediately took the form of a lion and roared, flicked his tail, as if tearing the earth apart, echoing through the sky and the earth with his cruel roar, he crashed down on the Lord. He began to attack the Lord continuously with his vajra-like fangs and nail-like thorns. When he was unsuccessful in this, like a tree burned by a wildfire, the wicked deva took the form of King Siddhartha and Trisala Devi and said to the Lord, "Son! Why are you doing such an extremely difficult penance? Give up this initiation, do not reject our request. Nandivardhana has abandoned us in our old age, and we are helpless. Protect us." Saying this, they both began to lament in a mournful voice. Even their lamentations did not move the Lord's heart.