Then, when the land was overrun by the Mleccha hordes, his son Mihirakula of violent deeds, who was comparable to the god of destruction, became king. To the South belongs the god of Death; the northern direction, eager through rivalry to vanquish it, found an excuse and in him brought forth another god of death. His approach became known by the sight of vultures, crows and the like, eager to feed on those being massacred by his encircling army, to the population fleeing before him. Day and night surrounded by thousands of slaughtered human beings, this royal Vetala lived even in his pleasure palaces. Pity for children, clemency towards women, or respect for the aged, this enemy of humanity of terrible appearance had none while he massacred.
He, on one occasion, having noticed that the queen was wearing a blouse of stuff made in Ceylon, which had footmarks on the breasts worked in gold, was inflamed with rage. “In Ceylon cloth is manufactured bearing the mark of the king’s foot”, — thus he was told by the Chamberlain who had been questioned whereupon he gave orders to march. Having obtained union with the stream of liquid rut from the temples of the elephants of his army, the southern ocean secured the delight of an embrace with the Yamuna. Together with the king of Ceylon he, by an impetuous attack, rooted out his rage originating in the sight of footmarks on his beloved.
From a distance on sighting his various forces from the palaces of Lanka the Titans, apprehending a repetition of the activities of Rama, trembled. Having installed there another king he, with his fierce puissance, carried away cloth known as Yamusadeva, marked with the figure of the sun. Turning back, he dispersed the rulers of Cola, Karnata and Lata just as by his very smell the tusker in rut scatters the elephants. After his departure, the cities with the shattered battlements which were their girdles, complained of the rape to the ruling princes who had returned.
When he reached the gate of Kashmir, on hearing the distressful trumpeting of a tusker who had fallen down a precipice, his hair stood on end with delight. In his excitement to hear this, the perverse-minded man, who was in raptures, had a hundred mighty elephants forcibly hurled down.
The various wicked acts of this king have not been narrated. The touch of the sinful is pollution for the limbs, so would it be for speech to describe them; hence his other inhumanities have not been mentioned. Who can understand the acts of men of amazing activities and vulgar minds, since even he took to piety for the purpose of acquiring merit? For in Srinagari the foul-minded man founded the temple of Mihiresvara and in Holada a big city named Mihirapura. The Brahmans of Gandhara accepted from him gifts of Agraharas; they no doubt, too, were of similar character as his own and were the meanest Brahmans. The advent of clouds with the gathering darkness gladdens the peacock whereas the wild goose is happy with the clear skies of autumn; for the attraction of the donor and the donee towards each other there has to be a very close similarity of tastes.
For seventy years having enjoyed the earth, this Bhairava on earth when his body was afflicted with several diseases entered the flames.
“Here is this slayer of three crores liberated who even towards himself had been pitiless”— thus had a voice, at the time when he relinquished the body, announced from the firmament.
Thus those who say this, in their view he alone is the liberal donor who had broken through cruelty by Agraharas and such other works.
“When overrun by the impious Dards, Bhauttas and Mlecchas this country had lost religion, he had promulgated the observance of religious conduct by setting the people from the land of the Aryas; having determined on a terrible penance he had made the burning of his own body an act of atonement; for this very reason he had given one thousand Agraharas in gift to the Brahmans born in the Gandhara country at Vijayesvara; then eventually upon an iron platform studded with razors, swords and knives, red hot with fire, he had boldly given up his own body — thus others state, on account of this unadulterated popular tradition, that the cruelty of that lion-like man is irreproachable. When upon the burning of the city by the wrath of the Naga the Khaks had become dominant, there occurred for their destruction the incidents narrated above — so say others.
While he was diverting the river Candrakulya, a rock in midstream which was found impossible to remove, caused obstruction. Then to the king, who had practised penance, the gods spoke in a dream: “a mighty Yaksa who is a Brahmacari resides here in the rock; were a chaste woman to touch the rock the Yaksa would not be able to obstruct. The following day he caused to be done what he was told in the dream. After numerous ladies of high family had endeavoured in vain, on being eventually touched by a potter woman named Candravati the mighty boulder moved. For this sin the wrathful king had thereupon slaughtered, together with their husbands, brothers and sons, three crores of women of high families. This legend is true according to some; nevertheless the slaughter of living beings on a large scale, even though for a cause, is a felony.
Thus although wicked that the king had not been assassinated by the people in an uprising, was because he was protected by the very gods who had urged him to do that act. When owing to the dawn of the superior merit of the subjects’ good actions the king at last perished, his son, Baka the righteous, was crowned king by the citizens.
Rajatarangini I – 289-311