BOOK 6: YUDDA KANDA
While those Vanaras and Rakshasas were fighting, the sun sank below the horizon, setting in motion a night of carnage.
Then, a nocturnal was commenced between the terrific Vanaras and Rakshasas, who contracted hostility with each other, wishing for their victory. You are a Rakshasa said the Vanaras You are a Vanara said the Rakshasas and killed at each other in battle during that dreadful darkness. Strike! Tear asunder! come near! Why are you running away? very tumultuous sounds like this could be heard in that army. The black Rakshasas in that darkness, wearing golden mails, were appearing as mountains with groves of medicinal plants emitting their light.
In that darkness, which was difficult to be overcome, the Rakshasas agitated as they were with anger, attacked with great speed, duly destroying the Vanaras. Those strong Vanaras with a terrific rage leapt forward and tore asunder by their sharp teeth, the steeds with gold ornaments on their head, the serpentine banners and frightened the Rakshasa army. Agitated with anger, the Vanaras dragged the Elephants and those mounted on them and also the chariots with their banners and flag staffs duly breaking them to pieces with their teeth.
Rama and Lakshmana killed the foremost of the Rakshasas, both those who were visible and those who were invisible, with their arrows resembling venomous snakes. The dust rising from the hooves of Horses and the wheels of the chariots blocked the ears and the eyes of the combatants. While that terrible battle was taking place, causing the hair to bristle very terrible rivers with streams of blood were flowing there.
There arose a marvelous sound of kettle drums and tabors, mixed with the sounds of counches, fellies of chariot wheels and drums. There appeared a terrific sound resonated by Horses, Rakshasas and Vanaras being wounded. The assassinated great Vanaras, spears, maces, axes and the slaughtered Rakshasas, who were able to change their form at will and with their bodies appearing like mountains were lying there on the battle field. And those weapons appeared to be offered up as a profusion of flowers by the earth, which became hidden and rendered impassable by the slime formed out of streams of blood. That fatal night became as calamitous to the Vanaras and Rakshasas, as a night of dissolution, which is difficult to be overcome by all beings.
In that very terrible darkness, those Rakshasas thrilling with rapture attacked Rama with showers of arrows. Yelling in fury, the sound of those Rakshasas approaching in order to assault Rama was like the noise of the oceans at the time of destruction of all the creatures. Within a twinkling of an eye, Rama with six sharp arrows resembling tongues of flame, struck down six of those Rakshasas.
The unconquerable Yagnashatru, Mahaparshva, Mahodara, the giant bodied Vajradamshtra, both Shuka and Sarana all those six having been beaten by Rama on their vital organs with a flood of his arrows, retreated from the battle and somehow survived for the rest of their life. Rama the great warrior, merely within an instant, made the quarters and the intermediate quarters, clear of all the Rakshasas, by his arrows resembling flames of fire. The other valiant Rakshasas, who were standing with their face turning towards Rama, also perished like moths, having encountered the same fire.
That night, with the golden shafts of arrows, flying on all sides, appeared bright coloured, like an autumnal night with its fire flies on all sides. The terrible night on that day became more terrible again by the sound of kettle drums and by the roaring sounds of the Rakshasas. By that great sound, which re echoed on all sides, the mountain Trikuta, full of caves, appeared to be uttering confused murmurs. Long tailed and black faced Vanaras with their gigantic bodies and dark like figure, crushed the Rakshasas with their arms and allowed them to be eaten (by Jackals, Vultures etc).
Angada on his part, who came to annihilate the enemies in that battle field, struck Indrajit, his charioteer and the Horses all at once. While that awful and very intense battle was going on, Indrajit a great trickster, leaving the chariot, with its Horses and charioteer killed by Angada, vanished from that very spot itself. All the Devas, both Rama and Lakshmana together with all sages were pleased with that act of the venerable Angada the son of Vali.
Since all the living beings knew the supernatural powers of Indrajit in battle, they were pleased on seeing that highly gifted Rakshasa being defeated by Angada. Seeing the enemy defeated, those Vanaras along with Sugreeva and Vibhishana were delighted and praised Angada as an efficient warrior. Indrajit, on the other hand, then was driven to a very terrible rage, as he was defeated in battle by Angada the son of Vali a dreadful Vanara.
That Indrajit the son of Ravana, the sinful Rakshasa who had gone out of sight and was cruel in battle, rendered himself as invisible again and hurled forth sharp arrows, bright as lightning. Being enraged in battle, Indrajit bursted out serpent like terrible arrows into all the limbs of Rama and Lakshmana who were born in Raghu dynasty. Enveloped by illusion, he sought to confuse Rama and Lakshmana in the struggle there and invisible to all beings through his magic arts, Indrajit the ranger of the night bound those two brothers Rama and Lakshmana with a net work of arrows. Then, the Vanaras saw the two warriors, those Lions among men, being wounded quickly by the serpentine arrows of that enraged Rakshasas.
Not being able to hurt those two princes in his manifest form, Indrajit the son of the king of Rakshasas with his perverse mind, had recourse to magic in order to make them captive.