Mourning for their sons, fathers and brothers, uttering piteous cries of distress for the loss of their lords and beating their breasts, (they) fell down upon the ground, their ornaments falling off from their bodies. That city of the Danavas, resembling the city of the Gandharvas, filled with lamentation, afflicted with sorrow and distress, devoid of beauty and deprived of its lords, looked like a lake devoid of elephants or like a forest with all its trees dead, (and then) vanished (from sight). (And) Matali speedily brought me, well-pleased,