O descendant of Bharata, then there was darkness and light alternately, the day was now fair, now gloomy and now hot and now cold. There was a fearful shower of cools, ashes and weapons. Creating such illusions, the enemy fought with me.
ततोऽभवत् तम इव प्रकाश इव चाभवत्। दुर्दिनं सुदिनं चैव शीतमुष्णं च भारत॥ अङ्गारपांशुवर्षे च शस्त्रवर्षं च भारत। एवं मायां प्रकुर्वाणो योधयामास मां रिपुः॥