Sparkling like the tongues of fire, that mace flew towards ourselves dividing the welkin like the line that parts the tresses of woman and with the impetuosity of the thunder hurled by Shakra.
सीमन्तमिव कुर्वाणा नभसः पावकप्रभा। अदृश्यतापतन्ती सा शक्रमुक्ता यथाशनिः॥