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Canto LV. The Hermitage Burnt. So o'er the field that host lay strown, By Viśvámitra's darts o'erthrown. Then thus Vaśishṭha charged the cow: “Create with all thy vigour now.” Forth sprang Kámbojas,as she lowed; Bright as the sun their faces glowed, Forth from her udder Barbars poured,— Soldiers who brandished spear and sword,— And Yavans with their shafts and darts, AndŚakas from her hinder parts. And every pore upon her fell, And every hair-producing cell, With Mlechchhas229and Kirátas230teemed, And forth with them Hárítas streamed. And Viśvámitra's mighty force, Car,elephant,and foot,and horse, Fell in a moment's time,subdued By that tremendous multitude.