Remembering the war, the Yoginis are hailing and the trembling cowards of the Iron Age also became fearless, the hags are laughing violently and Sheshnaga, getting dubious, is wavering.497.
The gods are looking and saying “Bravo, bravo”, and the goddess getting glorious, is shouting, the flowing wounds inflicted by the swords are testing the warriors and the fighters alongwith their horses are enduring the cruelty of war.498.
The goddess Chandi, riding on her lion, is shouting loudly and her glorious sword is gleaming, because of the ganas and heavenly damsels, the battlefield has become filled with dust and all the gods and demons are looking at this war.499.
Seeing the radiant headless trunks, roaming in the war-arena, the gods are becoming pleased, the warriors are wedding the heavenly damsels in the battlefield and seeing the warriors, the Sun-god is withholding his chariot.500.
The ghosts and fiends are dancing to the tune of drums, anklets, tabors, conche, fifes, kettledrums etc.501.
Conquering the fearless kings of the West, in anger, kalki marched forward towards the Souh, the enemies, leaving their countries, ran away and the warriors thundered in the battlefield.502.