Nagananda 3.15

3.15

saṃsarpadbhiḥ samantāt kṛtasakalaviyanmārgayānairvimānaiḥ
kurvāṇāḥ prāvṛṣīva sthagitaravirucaḥ śyāmatāṃ vāsarasya /
ete yātāśca sadyastava vacanamitaḥ prāpya yuddhāya siddhāḥ
siddhañcodvṛttaśatrukṣayabhayavinamudrājakaṃ te svarājyam //

Mitrávasu.
Therefore let the prince deign to give orders for his destruction. What need of talking long about it? As soon as, at thy command, the Siddhas are gone hence to battle, making the day dark by clouding the sun, as if it were the rainy season, with their heaven-traversing chariots crowding on every side,—your monarchy, whose zemindars are temporarily bowing through fear of this haughty enemy, will at once be regained. What need though of great multitudes? By me, single-handed, shining with an aureole of rays from the quickly-drawn sword, behold the coward Matanga already slain on the battle-field, like a mighty elephant by a lion which has sprung on him from afar.