Verse 42

³⁶To his wife, trembling and asking a worldly blessing on what she had brought forth, the lord of creatures spoke, his observance of the twilight now finished. ³⁷Because you were not made ready in yourself, and because of the fault of the hour, and because you went past what I told you, and because you slighted the gods so far, ³⁸two ill-boding sons will be yours, ill-fated woman, the lowest of what a womb bears; and they will make the three worlds and their guardians cry out again and again, fierce one. ³⁹When living things are being killed, poor things that have done no wrong, and women are being seized, and the great are made angry,

⁴⁰then the lord of the world, the Bhagavan who brings the worlds into being, in his anger will come down and kill them, as the holder of the hundred-jointed bolt struck the mountains. ⁴¹I ask that the killing of my two sons be by the Bhagavan himself, whose open arm holds the fine-naveled one, and not by an angry brahmin, mighty one. ⁴²For one burnt by the brahmin's rod, and for one who makes beings afraid, not even those in hell show kindness, into whatever womb he goes.