Has brought me here and made me thine;
And I, howe'er the tyrant boast,
Will tame his pride and slay his host.”
Then cried the glorious sage: “Create
A mighty force the foe to mate.”
She lowed, and quickened into life,
Pahlavas,[226] burning for the strife,
King Viśvámitra's army slew
Before the very leader's view.
The monarch in excessive ire,