are. 
    Then loud the horrid clamor rose
    Of monsters dying ’neath their blows,
    Giant and demon, fiend and snake,
    That in earth’s core their dwelling make. 
    They dug, in ire that nought could stay,
    Through sixty thousand leagues their way—­
    Cleaving the earth with matchless strength
    Till hell itself they reached at length. 
    Thus digging searched they Jambudvip
    With all its hills and mountains steep. 
    Then a great fear began to shake
    The heart of God, bard, fiend, and snake—­
    And all distressed in spirit went
    Before the Sire Omnipotent. 
    With signs of woe in every face
    They sought the mighty Father’s grace,
    And trembling still and ill at ease
    Addressed their Lord in words like these:—­
    ’The sons of Sagar, Sire benign,
    Pierce the whole earth with mine on mine,
    And as their ruthless work they ply
    Innumerable creatures die,’
    ‘This is the thief,’ the princes say,
    ’Who stole our victim steed away. 
    This marred the rite, and caused us ill.’ 
    And so their guiltless blood they spill.

CANTO XLI

KAPIL

    “The Father lent a gracious ear
    And listened to their tale of fear,
    And kindly to the Gods replied
    Whom woe and death had terrified:—­
    ’The wisest Vasudeva, who
    The Immortals’ foe, fierce Madhu, slew,
    Regards broad Earth with love and pride,
    And guards, in Kapil’s form, his bride. 
    His kindled wrath will quickly fall
    On the King’s sons and burn them all. 
    This cleaving of the earth his eye
    Foresaw in ages long gone by: 
    He knew with prescient soul the fate
    That Sagar’s children should await.’ 
    The Three-and-thirty, freed from fear,
    Sought their bright homes with hopeful cheer. 
    Still rose the great tempestuous sound
    As Sagar’s children pierced the ground. 
    When thus the whole broad earth was cleft,
    And not a spot unsearched was left,
    Back to their home the princes sped,
    And thus unto their father said:—­
    ’We searched the earth from side to side,
    While countless hosts of creatures died. 
    Our conquering feet in triumph trod
    On snake and demon, fiend and God;
    But yet we failed, with all our toil,
    To find the robber and the spoil. 
    What can we more?  If more we can,
    Devise, O King, and tell thy plan,’
    His children’s speech King Sagar heard,
    And answered thus, to anger stirred:—­
    ’Dig on, and ne’er your labor stay
    Till through earth’s depths you force your way. 
    Then smite the robber dead, and bring
    The charger back with triumphing.’