Valmiki,
The Ramayana of Valmiki — Canto LIV: The Battle
(1870s)
“ Will tame his pride and slay his host.' Then cried the glorious sage: 'Create A mighty force the foe to mate,' She lowed, and quickened into life, Pahlavas, [1] burning for the strife, King Vis'vámitra's army slew Before the very leader's view. The monarch in excessive ire, His eyes with fury darting fire, Rained every missile on the foe Till all the Pahlavas were low. She, seeing all her champions slain, Lying by thousands on the plain. Created, by her mere desire, Yavans and S'akas, fierce and dire. ”
