Verse 6

¹Having said this much, Sankara fell silent, seeing that either way his wife's body would come to ruin. She, longing to see her people and afraid of Bhava, went out and came in again, torn in two. ²Sick at heart that her wish to see her own was blocked, weeping out of love, undone by her tears, Bhavani began to tremble, and she looked at Bhava, whom no man can match, as though her anger would burn him up. ³Then Sati sighed and left him, her heart smarting with grief and anger, her mind clouded as a woman's, and went to her parents' house: left him who is dear to the good, who out of love had given her half of his own body.

⁴The followers of the three-eyed one went after her in thousands as she strode away alone, his companions and the yaksas, Manimat and Mada and the rest, with the bull-lord in front, moving fast and with no fear in them. ⁵They set her on the bull-lord and went, finely turned out, carrying her myna and her ball, her mirror and her lotus, the white parasol, the fan and the garlands, with singers going along, and kettledrums and conches and flutes. ⁶She came into the sacrifice, where the killing of the offering was made strong by the sound of the Veda, thronged with brahmin sages and with gods on every side, its vessels set out in clay and wood and iron and gold, in darbha grass and hide.