Then approached that wonderful hour, that joining between the day and the night, harbingered by the inauspicious yells of the jackals; and the sun then assuming the pale-red tint of the lotus-filaments, went down below the horizon, having neared the western hills.
ततोनिशायादिवसस्य चाशिवः शिवारुतैः संधिरवर्तताद्भुतः। कुशेशयापीडनिभे दिवाकरे विलम्बमानेऽस्तमुपेत्यपर्वतम्॥