महावीरचरितम् (महाकवि भवभूति - वीररस-प्रधान रामकथा नाटक सम्पूर्ण ७ अङ्क सटीक)

v. 5ᵈ—] Bhavabhūti — Uttara-Rāma-Charita [74
pouring down, like clouds, actual torrents of ichor—all [arrayed
on the other side and trying to] overwhelm him! 5
Sumantra—Prince, all of these, united, cannot possibly hold against him:
much less, disunited!
Chandraketu—Make haste, worthy [Sumantra], make haste! For, this
fellow here has commenced a great havoc amongst those whom I must
shield—[our soldiery]. For,
As he sets his bow resounding, its twang, amplified by the
stunning din of the war-drums, causes a furious aching in the
ears of herds of elephants roaring even in the [distant] mountain
recesses; and as he sends down rolling [or] hacks to pieces these
countless heads, hideous to behold, the hero makes these grounds
seem as if strewn over with morsels [of food] ejected by the
terrific mouth of satiated Death! 6
Sumantra, to himself—How can I permit dear Chandraketu to engage in
single combat with such [a fighter as this boy]? Reflecting. Or rather
we have grown old in [the service of] Ikshvāku's family: What alternative
is there when [a fair fight] has presented itself?
Chandraketu, with feelings of amazement, shame, and confusion—Oh, fie!
My forces are being scattered on all sides!
Sumantra, speeding the chariot—Long-lived one, here now is this hero,
come within range of thy call.
Chandraketu, as if in forgetfulness—Worthy [Sumantra], what name was
given him by those who came to call [us]?
Sumantra—‘Lava’ they said.
Chandraketu—Ho, Lava of mighty arms! Why busiest thou thyself
with these [mere] soldiers? Here am I: Come hither unto me:
Let light be quenched in light. 7
Sumantra—Lo! Behold, Prince!
He has turned—this heroic youth—summoned by thee from his
[work of] carnage amongst the army; as, at the roar of thunder,
the valiant whelp of a lion [turns] from his [work of] slaughter
amongst troops of elephants. 8
Then enters Lava with hurried and defiant strides.
Lava—Well done, Royal youth, well done! Thou verily art a [true] scion
of Ikshvāku. Here then I am, just come to meet thee.
A great tumult behind the curtain.
Lava, quickly turning back—What! Once routed, do the leaders of the
army return and obstruct my path, wishing again to engage me in combat?
Fie on the wretches!
Unto the mighty flames of my wrath, flaring like those issuing