Trishasti Shalaka Purusa Caritra Part 4

Author(s): Hemchandracharya, Helen M Johnson
Publisher: Oriental Research Institute Vadodra

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CHAPTER SEVEN
Angry at the killing of Vajrodara, Jambumålin, the son of Ravaṇa, reviling Märuti, challenged him, like an elephant-driver an elephant. Both very powerful, wishing to kill each other, fought for a long time with arrows, like snake-charmers with snakes. Returning twice as many arrows each time for the arrows (received), they reached the lowest and highest stage of debt alternately. Hanumat, angry, deprived the enemy of chariot-horses, chariot, and charioteer and struck him with a very heavy hammer. Jambumalin fell to the ground dazed and Mahodara, a Rakṣas-hero, jumped up angrily, showering arrows. Other Råkṣasa-soldiers, wishing to kill Hanumat, surrounded him completely like pure-bred dogs a boar. Some were struck on the arms, some on the face, some on the ankles, some on the heart, some in the abdomen, by Hanumat with sharp arrows. Like a fire in a forest, like the submarine fire in the ocean, the hero Maruti shone in the army of the Rākṣasas. At once the son of Pavanañjaya, crest-jewel of the powerful, scattered the Rakṣasas like the sun scattering darkness. Angered by the destruction of the Rākṣasas, Kumbhakarna, carrying a trident, like Iśāna descended to earth, himself ran to fight. Kumbhakarna killed the Kapis-some by kicks, some by blows with his fists, some by blows with his elbows, some by slaps, some by blows with a hammer and with a trident, and some in mutual conflict.
Having seen the younger brother of Rāvana attacking violently like the ocean at the end of the world, Sugrīva ran up. Bhāmaṇḍala, Dadhimukha, Mahendra, Kumuda, Angada, and others ran up, like an active fire. The chiefs of the Vanaras besieged Daśānana's younger brother, like hunters besieging a lion, all at once raining various missiles. The chief of the Night-goers (Rākṣasas) released the missile 'Go-to-sleep' against them, which was just like another night at the end of the world, unerring as the speech of a muni. Seeing his army going to sleep, like a night-blooming lotus by day, Sugriva recalled