Cutting through the solidified waters your son rose carrying his mace made of iron at his shoulders, like the sun himself consuming everything with his rays.
अन्तर्जलात् समुत्तस्थौ नागेन्द्र इव नि:श्वसन्। स भित्त्वा स्तम्भितं तोयं स्कन्धे कृत्वाऽऽयसीं गदाम्॥