Devantaka, Trishira and Mahodara cried when they saw that Narantaka had been killed. Mounted on a huge elephant, Mahodara rushed toward the valiant Angada. Grabbing a formidable club tipped with iron spikes, Devantaka, who was pained by his brother’s death, dashed toward Angada. Riding a chariot as brilliant as the sun and drawn by fine steeds, Trishira also charged at Angada. Being rushed by the three Rakshasa leaders who were capable of crushing the pride of the gods, Angada pulled up a tree with big branches. Angada suddenly hurled that big tree at Devantaka, as Indra would his blazing thunderbolt.
Trishira shattered the tree with his arrows that resembled venomous snakes. Seeing the tree shattered, Angada jumped up. That foremost of monkeys then showered trees and boulders. Enraged, Trishira shattered them with his sharpened arrows. Mahodara also shattered those trees with his club, while Trishira rushed upon Angada while shooting arrows. Pursuing Angada on an elephant, Mahodara angrily struck him in the chest with his club, which was like a thunderbolt. The agile Devantaka approached Angada, struck him with his club and retreated. Although assailed by all three outstanding rakshasas at the same time, Angada did not feel distressed.
Exhibiting tremendous impetuosity, the invincible Angada darted toward Mahodara’s elephant and smacked it with his palm. Due to the impact of Angada’s hand, the elephant’s eyes felled out and it died. Pulling out one of the elephant’s tusks, Angada charged toward Devantaka and stuck him in combat. Perplexed like a tree shaken by the wind, the glorious Rakshasa shed profuse blood the color of red lacquer. Breathing with difficulty, Devantaka brandished his iron-spiked club and struck Angada. Although struck with that club and knocked on the ground, Angada jumped back up.
As Angada was jumping up, Trishira hit him with three dreadful straight-shooting arrows on the forehead, so it is said. Seeing Angada surrounded by the three outstanding rakshasas, Hanuman and Nila stepped in. Nila thereupon hurled a mountain peak at Trishira, the latter, however, shattered it with sharp arrows. With all of its boulders and slabs of rock riven by hundreds of arrows, the mountain peak gave off sparks and flames and then fell down. Overjoyed to see the mountain shattered, Devantaka rushed with his club toward Hanuman. As Devantaka was approaching, Hanuman jumped up and struck him on the head with his fist, which was as hard as a thunderbolt.
The mighty son of the wind-god struck Devantaka on the head again. By his roaring, Hanuman made the rakshasas tremble. When Hanuman’s fist smashed Devantaka’s head, his teeth, eyes and tongue bulged out and suddenly fell death on the ground. After that enemy of the gods was killed in combat, the furious Trishira showered dreadful sharp arrows against Nila’s chest. As the sun climbs Mount Mandara, Mahodara again mounted a large elephant. Mahodara showered a rain of arrows on Nila, like a cloud with lightning, a halo of light and a rainbow showering rain on a mountain. Because of the shower of arrows, Nila’s limbs were wounded. He thereafter found he could not move his limbs, having been rendered stationary by the mighty Rakshasa.
After regaining full consciousness, Nila lifted up a crag with a thicket of trees. Jumping up, Nila forcefully whacked it on Devantaka’s head. Crushed by the impact of the crag, Devantaka lost consciousness and fell dead on the ground, along with his elephant. Infuriated to see his uncle killed, Trishira grabbed a bow and pierced Hanuman with sharp arrows. Angered by this, Hanuman hurled a mountain peak. The mighty Trishira shattered it into many pieces with his sharp arrows. Seeing that the mountain had failed, Hanuman hurled a shower of trees at Ravana’s son, Trishira. The glorious Trishira splintered those trees with his sharp arrows and roared.
Jumping up, Hanuman angrily slashed Trishira’s horse with his claws, as a lion would claw an elephant. Grabbing his spear, like death on the eve of destruction, Trishira hurled it at Hanuman. Catching that spear as it shot through the sky like a meteor, Hanuman broke it and roared. When the monkey hordes saw that Hanuman had broken that dreadful spear, they roared jubilantly like a rain cloud. Grabbing his sword, Trishira poked it into Hanuman’s chest. Wounded by that thrust of the sword, Hanuman hit Trishira on the chest with his hand.
Although very mighty, when hit in that way, Trishira dropped his sword and fell unconscious on the ground. Hanuman snatched the sword as Trishira was falling, and then roared, striking fear into the hearts of all the rakshasas. Unable to tolerate that roaring, the night-stalker again jumped up and struck Hanuman with his fist. Enraged by this, Hanuman caught Trishira by his three heads bearing crowns. Hanuman wrathfully severed all three heads bearing crowns and earrings with the sharp sword, just as Indra cut off the three heads of Vishvarupa, the son of Tvastha. Trishira heads, which had huge ears, eyes and noses, fell on the ground like stars fallen from the sun’s orbit. Their eyes were glowing like fire.
When Hanuman killed Trishira, the enemy of the gods, the monkeys roared, the earth shook and the rakshasas fled in all directions. Seeing that Trishira, Mahodara, Devantaka and Narantaka, who were difficult to defeat, had all been slain, Mahaparshva became furious. He seized a huge blazing club made of solid steel and plated with gold. It was smeared with the blood of enemies, covered with the foam of flesh and blood. It was shining with splendor like a blazing fire and was decorated with a garland of red flowers. It was the cause of fear for elephants supporting the cardinal points. Wrathfully grabbing the club, which shone like the fire of universal destruction at the end of the age, Mahaparshva dispersed the monkeys.
The mighty monkey Rishabha jumped up and faced Ravana’s younger brother, Mahaparshva. Infuriated to see him standing there, Mahaparshva struck the monkey in the chest with his club, which was like a thunderbolt. When hit in that way, Rishabha shuddered, and, having his chest split, he bled profusely. Regaining consciousness after a long time, Rishabha stared with quivering lips at Mahaparshva. Rapidly approaching the Rakshasa, Rishabha clenched his fist and abruptly struck him on the chest. Like a tree cut down at its roots, Mahaparshva suddenly fell on the ground, his body drenched in blood. Grabbing hold of that rakshasas club, which was like Yamaraja’s rod of chastisement, Rishabha roared.
For some time it seemed as if Mahaparshva was dead. Regaining his strength, the Rakshasa, whose complexion was like an evening cloud, suddenly jumped up to his feet and struck the monkey. Lying unconscious on the ground for a while, Rishabha regained consciousness and jumped up. Brandish the Rakshasa’s own club, Rishabha struck him in combat. Reaching the chest of that Rakshasa who was an enemy of the gods, sacrifices and Brahmanas, that frightful club split it. The Rakshasa thereupon bled, as the streams in the Himalaya Mountains flow with minerals. Mahaparshva rushed speedily for the club which the gigantic Rishabha held in his hand. Clutching that club and brandishing it again and again, Rishabha struck the Rakshasa on the front line of battle. When hit with his own club, Mahaparshva’s eyes and teeth were knocked out and he fell on the ground like a mountain struck by a thunderbolt. When that Rakshasa fell unconscious and lifeless on the ground, with his eyes smashed, the Rakshasa army fled. When Ravana’s brother was killed, the Rakshasa army abandoned their weapons and fled for their lives, like the ocean overflowing its shore.
Thus completes 70th Chapter of Yuddha Kanda of the glorious Ramayana of Valmiki, the work of a sage and the oldest epic.
Sriman Moola Rama Vijayate