Nagananda 5.32

5.32

pakṣotkṣiptāmbunāthaḥ paṭutarajavanaiḥ preryyamāṇaiḥ samīraiḥ
netrāgniploṣamūrcchāvidhuravinipatatsānaladvādaśārkaḥ /
cañcvā sañcūrṇya śakrāśanidhanadagadāpretalokeśadaṇḍān
ājau nirjatya devān kṣaṇamamṛtamayīṃ vṛsṭimabhyutsṛjāmi //

Garuda (joyfully to himself).
Ah! The mention of ambrosia reminds me opportunely. I think I may yet wipe out toy disgrace. I will pray to Indra, and persuade him by a shower of ambrosia to restore to life not only Jímútaváhana, but all those lords of Nágas that have heretofore been eaten by me, and who are now merely skeletons. If he will not grant it, then,—having drunk up the ocean with my wings, and borne along by mighty winds of ever-increasing violence, while the twelve suns fall fainting, bewildered by the flaming fierceness of my eyes,—I will break to pieces with my beak the thunderbolt of Indra, the club of Kuvera, and the staff of Yama, the lord of the dead, and, having conquered the Gods in battle, will at once by my own might let fall an ambrosial shower. Here, then, I go.