From Manipur they came
to dance Priyadarshi’s transformation
When he returned victorious
riding his bull elephant
bleeding corpses moaned
To silence them he unleashed destruction
It usurped the kingdom
the stones bled the walls wailed
Unceasing nightmares
made him a terror to himself
One day he met a meditating monk
whose tranquility no horror could unseat
By practice under the wheel of time
his devils calmed down
He became benevolent a ruler
to inspire singing in the heart
Destruction roared at him
then went elsewhere