And hurled it at the son of Bharadvaja like an enraged she-snake. Beholding that heavy mace endued with the strength of adamant and adorned with gold, course towards himself like the last night of a man's existence, the son of Bharadvaja cut it off with many thousands of whetted arrows.
तामापतन्तीमालोक्य कालरात्रिमिवोद्यताम्॥ अश्मसारमयीं गुर्वी तपनीयविभूषिताम्। शरैरनेकसाहस्रर्भारद्वाजोऽच्छिनच्छितैः॥