Terribly ranging the field, the Yakṣī showered crags upon her antagonists. And beholding them enveloped on all sides by that craggy downpour, the auspicious son of Gadhi spoke these words-O Rāma, renounce your antipathy. This one of wicked ways is exceedingly impious. And this sacrifice-disturbing Yakși will, by virtue of her power of illusion, come to increase more and more in energy. Do you, therefore, against the arrival of dusk, slay her! The Rākṣasas are incapable of being controlled when evening sets in.
अश्मवर्षं विमुञ्चन्ती भैरवं विचचार सा। ततस्तावश्मवर्षेण कीर्यमाणौ समन्ततः॥ दृष्ट्वा गाधिसुतः श्रीमानिदं वचनमब्रवीत्। अलं ते घृणया राम पापैषा दुष्ट्वारिणी॥ यज्ञविघ्नकरी यक्षी पुरा वर्धेत मायया। वध्यतां तावदेवैषा पुरा संध्या प्रवर्तते॥ रक्षांसि संध्याकाले तु दुर्धर्षाणि भवन्ति हि।