Somewhere the imps and fiends are dancing in the battlefield and somewhere after continued fighting the warriors have fallen in the war-arena, somewhere the Bhairavas are shouting loudly and somewhere the dreadful crows are flying.300.

The small and big drums, trumpets, flute etc., are all being played, the pipe and fife are also being played and the warriors, getting frightened, are running away.301.

Great warriors fell martyrs in that battlefield and there was commotion in the country of Indra, the lances and arrows spread in the world like the rushing forth of the clouds of Sawan.302.

TOMAR STANZA

Getting infuriated in many ways the warriors are discharging arrows by pulling their bows, whosoever is hit by these arrows, he leaves for heaven.303.

There are heaps of chopped limbs lying somewhere and somewhere there are lying arrows and swords, somewhere there are seen garments, somewhere lances and somewhere armours of steel.304.

The warriors are dyed in the colour of war like the kinsuk flowers, some of them are dying while fighting as if they are playing Holi.305.