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SCRYA DYNASTY. 22. How can those like me "describe the battles in which even headless bodies deprive heroes of their heads with the sword--battles of him whose wrath never remained without seeking out its object and whose glory situated in the blade of his sword is every night loudly sung with clappings of hands by the bard-like Vetâls,making a roaring sound and bearing about them skulls of warriors.
23. A crowd of maids-servant coming from some fort to the houses of his enemies totally deserted on account of his terror, being astonished and afraid of one another ask where is the aśoka tree? where is the champo tree? where is the tilaka tree? where is the mango trce? where is the keśara tree? and where are gone the Vineyards.
24. His son was king Manttata, who destroyed the miseries of the world, who conld not be conquered by his energies, and who with his devoted counsellor was as brilliant as the sun with his rcd disk,
25. He tbe Paatha destroying at the begining, with great anger, Duryodhana- Pahini (army defficent to fight with; the army of Duryodhana), protected by Dassana pratyarthi (enemies not easy to control; the enemy viz. Dusálsana) and thus conveying for all eternity his gloy into Kurņa (the ear; Karna) wrote the praises of his victory with the ink of tears dribliling from the eyes of the wives of the proud kings of Malvå on the slabs of their breasts.
26. The Earth, which was angry since a long time with the ocean 49 item quite lawless, often wetted her skirts with its vast water, now became desirous of filling it up with the aid of the dust thrown up by the hoofs of the horses of his army.
27. His son was Bhartrbhata, who was strongly devoted to the worship of the lotus-like fcet of Saņkara, and who was on this carth as brave as Kârtika - Swami.
28. The sound of liis voice, reaching the abode of the Naga, piercing through mountains, forests, and the deep recesses of caves, told Scéanaga distinctly that he should not be afraid of the weight of the earth on liis back, as after a few marches of this king from today, the earth dug out by the hoofs of horses will, in the form of dust, be all sent up to the sky.
29. It is quite wonderful that his cloud-like sword of thick and shining black lustre while pouring slowers (throwing its edge) on the heads of enemies in the battlefields, should have washed away the thick dust of Siūdura from the Simañta of the wives of his enemies, as beautiful as the consort of Kamadeva.
30. His son was Aghasimha, who was as brilliant as the sun of hot summer. The wives of his enemies borc faces like the moon by day.
Aho I Shrutgyanam
