स्पृष्टास्त्रिशूलेन विहायसीमाः सुलोहिता भान्ति दिशः समन्तात् ।
अभ्राणि ते रक्तमयानि भीमे विभान्ति युद्धेन सुदारुणेन ॥ ६५॥
spR^iShTAstrishUlena vihAyasImAH sulohitA bhAnti dishaH samantAt |
abhrANi te raktamayAni bhIme vibhAnti yuddhena sudAruNena || 65||
65. Touched by thy trident, the regions of the sky seem to bleed, diffusing a reddish light everywhere. Due to the exceeding violence of thy warfare, O dreadful one, the clouds that bore water have become carriers of blood.