The immortals and sages, going to Sankara, spoke these words, desirous of our destruction, The terrific sons of Sukeśa, puffed up, and swollen on account of their strength flowing from the boon, are crossing us at every step.
अमरा ऋषयश्चैव संगम्य किल शंकरम्। अस्मद्वधं परीप्सन्त इदं वचनमब्रुवन्॥ सुकेशतनया देव वरदनाबलोद्धताः। बाधन्तेऽस्मान्समुद्रुप्ता घोररूपाः पदे पदे॥