O indefatigable one! When, sent by the Supreme Lord, you enter among the soldiers of the demons, you stay on the battlefield and incessantly cut off their arms, bellies, thighs, legs and heads. “I desire to play with this brāhmaṇa.” No, your place of play is the battle field of demons. O unconquered cakra! Sent by the Lord (anaṣjanena) you enter the ranks of the demonic troops. Another version has praviṣṭorjita-daitya-dānavam: you enter the troops of the strong demons. The sandhi is poetic license. You cut off their arms and other limbs in the battle (pradhane).