Where the warriors have gathered, there they are striking the blows of their arms, they are fearlessly chopping with their weapons and killing the fighters.276.

Somewhere there are cries of “kill, kill”, and somewhere the horses are springing, somewhere seeing the opportunity the army is being removed.277.

Somewhere the wounds are being inflicted and somewhere the army is being pushed, somewhere the bodies saturated with blood are falling on the earth.278.

DOHRA

In this way, the dreadful war continued for a short while and two lakhs and one thousand warriors died in this war.279.

RASAAVAL STANZA

When the king of Sambhal heard this, he, getting mad with anger turned black like the dark cloud, during the night, with his magic power, he, magnified his body to such an extent that head touched the sky.280.

With helmets on his head, he seems like the suns among the clouds, his powerful body is like Shiva, the Lord of Chandra, which is indescribable.281.

It seemed that the flames were rising and the king had worn the weapons like the Guru Dronacharya.282.

The warriors shouting “kill, kill” were coming near and with the blows of their arms and weapons, the wounds were being inflicted.283.

With the sound of the collision of the dagger with dagger, the fishes of water were getting agitated and on all the four sides, the arrows were being showered violently.284.

Wearing beautiful garments, the warriors are falling down and on all the four sides, the warriors of charming whickers, were absorbed in lamenting.285.

The arrows and swords of sharp edges are being struck and the warriors are moving inspite of the chopping of their limbs.286.

The flesh-eating beings are dancing and vultures and crows in the sky are getting pleased, the rosaries of skulls are being strung for the neck of Shiva and it seems that all have got intoxicated on drinking wine.287.