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His mind agitated with envy and anger at him; 249. What is the use of this today, what is the difficulty in killing him? Now, with a rain of embers, I will quickly burn him; 250. Thus thinking, that Māra, having created a rain of embers, Sent it through the sky to the presence of that Buddha; 251. Piles of burning embers, like great mountains, Rushed through the sky there, blazing and greatly frightening; 252. Filling the spaces between the directions with crackling sounds, Smoking with sparks, even causing fear to Māra; 253. Blazing up great trees and even mountains in front, Fires come from the depths of hell, frightening like piles. Having approached, in a moment, the seated foremost of sages, with the humming of intoxicated bees, the directions were filled with sound; Dropping constantly, slow drops of nectar-born juice, becoming garlands and wreaths, they fell at his feet; Then was the victory of that glorious Fully Awakened One, in the third Māra battle, Māra's defeat occurred; Thus, "He is of great power," thinking of the leader of men, constantly venerate and honor him, for he is always your refuge; The third victory. Seeing the Buddha undisturbed by that, Pajāpati, sorrowful and sad, thinking foolishly thus, "Having caused a rain of stones, pulverizing this ascetic, we will scatter him," he caused a rain of stones; In that rain, disgusting, smoking, fiery, resembling burning coals, stones high and low, many; Striking each other, making a great, terrifying noise, making it a bad day with smoke clouds, on all sides; Approaching the Teacher, facing him like peaceful garlands, they fell at his glorious feet, bearing a constant stream of fragrance; Then was the victory of that glorious Fully Awakened One, in the fourth Māra battle, Māra's defeat occurred; Thus, "He is of great power," thinking of the leader of men, constantly venerate and honor him, for he is always your refuge; The fourth victory. Seeing that, Māra, displeased, inflamed with the fire of anger then, having caused a rain of weapons, he sent it near him; Swords, knives, spears, javelins, clubs, and so on, sharp-edged, blazing, resembling lightning flashes; Just as a shower of flowers, having approached the sky, so at the Buddha's feet they fell, transformed; Then was the victory of that glorious Fully Awakened One, in the fifth Māra battle, Māra's defeat occurred; Thus, "He is of great power," thinking of the leader of men, constantly venerate and honor him, for he is always your refuge; The fifth victory. Seeing that, the wicked one, angry, whatever that That I will do, Now he cannot do anything, nor make an effort; 271. He ordered a rain of embers, "Now I will kill the sage," It went into the sky, blazing, like smoke, burning brightly; 272. Going towards the Buddha, the ember rain turned around, Becoming dust, it fell like white sandalwood powder; 273. Then was the victory of that glorious Buddha, In the sixth Māra battle, Māra was defeated; 274. "Thus is his great power," thinking of the guide of men, Always venerate and honor him, for he is always your refuge; The sixth victory. 275. Then seeing that, Kaṇha, preceded by the Kaṇha army, Angry, he sent there a rain of sand; 276. Sand like khadira embers, came from the sky, Falling at the feet of the Buddha, it became powder for washing; 277. Then was the victory of that glorious Buddha, In the seventh Māra battle, Māra was defeated; 278. "Thus is his great power," thinking of the guide of men, Always venerate and honor him, for he is always your refuge; The seventh victory. 279. Seeing that too, shameless, with anger as his banner, He ordered a swamp, "There I will sink him;" 280. Thinking thus, he ordered a thick swamp, Smoking, blazing, it went quickly through the sky; 281. Reaching the glorious feet of the Buddha, it was extinguished there, Becoming a mud of fragrant substances, mixed with various perfumes; 282. Then was the victory of that glorious Buddha, In the eighth Māra battle, Māra was defeated; 283. "Thus is his great power," thinking of the guide of men, Always venerate and honor him, for he is always your refuge; 284. Looking then, Māra at the enemy of Māra, radiant with glory, Unable to please his mind, angry; 285. "Today in this darkness, having thrown him in, I will confuse him, It is my burden," thinking thus, he ordered a thick darkness; 286. Born in the world's end, a frightening darkness, Going into the sky, He, having reached the presence of the Sage; 287. Just as darkness comes to destruction at sunrise, So was the darkness in the presence of the Buddha, the best of beings; 288. Then was the victory of that glorious Buddha, In the ninth Māra battle, Māra was defeated; 289. Thus, saying "He is of great power," the guide of men, Always venerate and honor him, for he is your refuge always; The Ninth Victory. 290. Thus, having created a great fear with nine showers, Not seeing any harm to him, inflamed with burning anger; 291. Then quickly taking and holding it for self-protection, The wheel-weapon of great power, angered, he threw with speed; 292. If he were to seize and strike the rain-bearing cloud, Like a reed, without resistance, the Lord of beings would shatter it; 293. Just so, angered, Māra throws the earth with speed, The life-sustaining herbs do not flourish, the lakes and rivers dry up; 294. Just so, angered, he throws the great ocean, The water creatures perish, that great ocean dries up; 295. Thus, he of great power, going in the watery sky, Having reached and fallen at the feet of the Lord, became a heap of flowers; 296. Then was the victory of that glorious Buddha, In the tenth Māra battle, Māra was defeated; 297. Thus, saying "He is of great power," the guide of men, Always venerate and honor him, for he is your refuge always; The Tenth Victory. 298. Thus, with his mind burning with the fire of anger, the Jina, Extinguishing it with the water of compassion, sat down; 299. Even having done this, angered and not gaining victory then, He addressed his own army, terrifying like the fire of the world's end; 300. Come quickly to me, you disobedient servants of Māra, Take on various forms, wield various weapons; 301. Make noise, babble, go, seize, bind, Taking him by the feet, throw him from here into the space between world-spheres; 302. Then came with those words that frightening Māra army, Terrifying in the forms of horses, tigers, elephants, lions, and others; 303. That Māra's army saw twenty-four At a distance of a league, Standing on the western edge of the world's stone boundary; 304. In thickness, it was fully nine leagues, Inspiring fear with forms of spirits, ghosts, demons, and the like; 305. Like the turbulent ocean stirred by a whirlwind, A terrifying roar went up to the Brahma realm; 306. Entangled in a network of flames from gnashing teeth, Their eyes, narrowed with rage, shone like embers; 307. From the corners of their mouths, they exhaled clouds of smoke, Their tongues, lolling out, moved with terrifying speed; 308. Some, raising palms and palmyra trees, made bows, Others tightly drew snakes as bowstrings; 309. Some hurled white elephants and lions, facing forward, Others, seizing blazing mountains, ran ahead; 310. Some servants, creating many frightening heads on one body, Ran forward; 311. Some servants of Māra ran towards the Buddha, With heads like lions and bodies like men; 312. Some servants of Māra rushed forward, With bodies like griffins and faces like ogres; 313. Some servants ran forward, With bodies like ogres and heads like stick-figures, utterly terrifying; 314. Some servants of Māra, With ears like fans, enjoyed the forms of elephants, horses, tigers, rhinoceroses, 315. Boars, buffaloes, and others, Creating huge heads in the shape of heads, on bodies incongruous with them, rushed forward; 316. Some servants of Māra, pulling at their cheeks with their hands, Showed their great fangs; 317. Some servants, with sharp-tipped nails, tore open their own bellies, While others ran with entrails hanging around their necks; 318. Some swallowed snakes and vomited them up again, On heads, necks, ears, arms, fingers, and so on; 319. Some, in all their bodies, a mass of poisonous smoke and fire, Carrying swords and poison, ran forward, terrifying; 320. Some, seizing blazing iron balls, hurled them in various ways, Blazing. Some, having hurled down mountain peaks, Rushed forward, firebrands in hand, Biting their lips, with dreadful eyes. 321. Others, licking their tongues, Carrying clubs on their shoulders, Like drunken snakes, Those warriors ran. 322. Some drinking blood, Others eating flesh, Like demons they roamed, Before the King of Sages. 323. Some leaping, some dancing, Some running with flaming weapons, Yakkhas with dreadful forms, Some with frowning faces. 324. The space between was filled, With showers of arrows and spears, With javelins, swords, and discs, An overflowing mass. 325. The mere sight and sound of which, Brings death and madness to the mind, How can a person fully, Describe such a thing? 326. Thousands of fangs, With flames of fire issuing forth, A torrent of saliva flowing, A dreadful roar resounding. 327. Hundreds of hands, Holding iron balls and such, Clad in armor and the like, Like a mountain with a mountain belt. 328. The Evil One, having climbed there, Hoisted a victory banner, With wide-set eyes, protruding fangs, A flat nose, a broken nose tip. 329. Biting his lip, with a dreadful face, Frowning, with wrinkled forehead, Inflamed with the fires of anger, With large eyes, reddish teeth. 330. Like a blue mountain in appearance, With a deformed body, a large belly, Adorned with snakes and serpents, Inspiring great terror. 331. Having created a thousand arms, Holding knives, sticks, and spears, Bows, fierce arrows,