मन्नाभिकमलाज्जातः पुत्रस्त्वं भाषसे वृथा एवं हि वदतोस्तत्र मुग्धयोरजयोस्तदा
Born from the lotus of my navel, you are my son, yet you speak in vain. Thus, as these two deluded and undefeated ones spoke there—
अहमेव बरो न त्वमहं प्रभुरहं प्रभुः परस्परं हंतुकामौ चक्रतुः समरोद्यमम्
'I alone am supreme, not you; I am the lord, not you.' Wishing to kill each other, they prepared for battle.
युयुधाते ऽमरौ वीरौ हंसपक्षींद्रवाहनौ वैरंच्या वैष्णवाश्चैवं मिथो युयुधिरे तदा
Those two immortal heroes, riding the swan and the king of birds, fought each other; thus, the followers of Brahmā and Viṣṇu also fought mutually.
तावद्विमानगतयः सर्वा वै देवजातयः दिदृक्षवः समाजग्मुः समरं तं महाद्भुतम्
Then, all the races of gods, traveling in their aerial chariots, came together, eager to witness that wondrous battle.
क्षिपंतः पुष्पवर्षाणि पश्यंतः स्वैरमंबरे सुपर्णवाहनस्तत्र क्रुद्धो वै ब्रह्मवक्षसि
Showering down rains of flowers, watching freely in the sky, there, the one riding Garuḍa became angry at Brahmā's chest.
मुमोच बाणानसहानस्त्रांश्च विविधान्बहून् मुमोचा ऽथ विधिः क्रुद्धो विष्णोरुरसि दुःसहान्
Then the enraged Brahmā released countless arrows and various formidable weapons upon Viṣṇu’s chest.
बाणाननलसंकाशानस्त्रांश्च बहुशस्तदा तदाश्चर्यमिति स्पष्टं तयोः समरगोचरम्
At that time, he discharged many weapons and arrows blazing like fire; truly, the spectacle of their battle was astonishing.