Hearing these words of his, the puissant king of righteousness spoke there to death, 'Do you stay. I myself shall slay him.' Then with his eyes reddened that lord, Vaivasvata, wielded with his hand the infallible dart of time; while by him lay the redoubtable noose of time and the mace in its native shape resembling fire and the thunderbolt.
तस्यैवं वचनं श्रुत्वा धर्मराजः प्रतापवान्। अब्रवीत्तत्र तं मृत्युं त्वं तिष्ठेनं निहन्म्यहम्॥ ततः संरक्तनयनः क्रुद्धो वैवस्वतः प्रभुः। कालदण्डममोघं तु तोलयामास पाणिना॥ यस्य पार्श्वेषु निहिताः कालपाशाः प्रतिष्ठिताः। पावकाशनिसंकाशो मुद्गरो मूर्तिमान्स्थितः॥