Mighty Vikramaditya set out for the simsapa tree through the cremation ground he did flee full of smoke from pyres fires enveloped in darkness skulls guts burning flesh littered the ground bloody and fresh all around decay death the ground smeared with brains he did see at the tree many corpses hung processed by a Vetala each he did see “what be this illusions trick the Vetala plays on me” Vikramadity hastily said at these words at which the Vetala the illusion removed and to Vikramaditya this tale he told and with beautiful words he use