BOOK 6: YUDDA KANDA
Beholding the Rakshasa, Dhumraksha of terrible prowess coming forth, all the Vanaras waiting for the war, roared with joy.
A highly tumultuous battle was seen between those Vanaras and Rakshasas, who were slaying each other, with terrible trees, lances and maces. The terrible Vanaras were moved down on all sides by the Rakshasas. The Rakshasa too were levelled down to the earth with trees by the Vanaras. Enraged with anger, the Rakshasas, on their part, paralyzed the Vanaras with sharp and frightful arrows, going as straight as wings of eagle.
While being torn asunder by the Rakshasas with terrible maces, spears, hammers, frightful iron bars and variegated tridents, the mighty Vanaras fearlessly accomplished their tasks with an excitement born of anger. While their bodies were split up by the tridents and their limbs broken by arrows, those leaders of Vanaras took up trees and rocks there to fight. Those terribly swift Vanaras, roaring aloud harassed the valiant Rakshasas at all places, by calling out their names. That awful battle with all kinds of rocks and trees furnished with many branches between Vanaras and Rakshasas appeared wonderful.
Some Rakshasas were crushed by Vanaras, who conquered fear and some blood sucking Rakshasas vomited blood from their mouths. Some Rakshasas were slashed open at their sides. Some were formed into a heap by the trees. Some others were crushed by stones and yet others torn to pieces by the Vanaras teeth. With their standards crushed and broken, their swords snapped and their chariots overturned, some Rakshasas were perturbed.
Crushed by the great rocks of Vanaras, the earth was scattered with corpses of great Elephants resembling hills and Horses with their riders. The Vanaras of terrific prowess rushed upon the Rakshasas, flinging themselves upon them with great bounds horizontically and vertically and scratching their faces with their sharp nails. With their faces dejected very much, their hair torn out and maddened by the smell of blood, those Rakshasas fell on the ground.
Some other Rakshasas of exceeding valour, who were enraged, very much, ran up towards the Vanaras to attack them with their palms having a diamond like blow. The Vanaras, receiving that sharp shock, with even a greater ferocity, crushed the Rakshasas with blows of their fists, feet teeth and trees. Seeing his army routed, Dhumraksha that lion among the Rakshasas, in his anger began to create a blood shed of the Vanaras wishing to fight. Some Vanaras pierced with spears lost rivers of blood while others struck down by blows of axe, fell to the earth s surface.
Some were crushed by iron bars, others torn by harpoons, some others pierced by javelins, all exhausted and lost their lives. Slain in battle by infuriated Rakshasas, some Vanaras, drenched with blood, fell on the ground and some others disappeared, having been driven away. With pierced hearts, some Vanaras were made to lie down on one side. Some were torn asunder by tridents that even their intestines came out.
That mighty battle assumed most awful proportions in that Vanaras and Rakshasas were crammed with rocks, trees and multitude of weapons. With the bow strings as the tuneful lute, the neighing of Horses as a measure rhythm and the trumpeting of Elephants as the vocal music, the whole battle resembled a symphony. Dhumraksha on his part, wielding a bow in his hand and laughing at the battle front, made those Vanaras to run away to all the quarters by a shower of his arrows.
Seeing the army perturbed due to tormented by Dhumraksha, Hanuman was enraged and turned towards him, taking a gigantic rock in his hands. Hanuman, who was equal in strength to his father, with his eyes inflamed with anger, flung the rock on the chariot of Dhumraksha. Beholding the befalling rock, Dhumraksha lifting his mace hurriedly, jumped down speedily from the chariot and stood there on the earth. Shattering his chariot with its wheels, its pole, its crest along with banner and bows, that rock rolled down to the ground.
Thereafter, Hanuman the son of Maruta (the wind god), after breaking the chariot, destroyed the Rakshasas with trunks of trees furnished with their branches. With their heads crushed, the Rakshasas were drenched with blood. Some others were crunched by the trees and fell down to the earth. Having driven away the army of Rakshasas, Hanuma born of Maruta, breaking off the peak of a mountain, ran towards Dhumraksha.
The valiant Dhumraksha lifted his mace and making a roaring sound, ran towards that Hanuman who was rushing on him suddenly. Thereafter, Dhumraksha with an outrage, brought down that mace studded with countless spikes on the head of that Hanuma. That Hanuman, who was endowed with an energy similar to the wind, was in no way disturbed by that blow but struck Dhumraksha on the middle of his skull with his rocky peak.
That Dhumraksha, struck by the rocky peak, which shattered all his limbs, soon fell down on the ground like a mountain crumbling. Seeing Dhumraksha having been killed, the Rakshasas left surviving were frightened of being killled by the Vanaras and re entered Lanka. That illustrious Hanuman the son of Pavana having destroyed his enemies, causing rivers of blood to flow, weary of slaughter of the enemies, with delight, received the cordial felicitations by the Vanaras.