poet indignantly asks:
Ah Rudra! Lord!
Thy wrath reduced to ashes
The graceless demons of yore;
Thou didst then overspread the earth with
The power which oppress'd the gods,
Thou did'st shatter.
As the wind bloweth away the chaff
Thou did'st put to flight
The wicked demon Tripura.
Oh Destroyer, I, Padmanabha, ask Thee,
Where is the mighty trident of Thin?