Verse 7
No one makes anything of her· Verses 7–10
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7When she came there, no one made anything of her; the people slighted her for fear of the man who was holding the sacrifice. Only her sisters and her mother, their throats choked with tears of love, embraced her gladly and with respect. 8Her mother and her mother's sisters greeted her with the questions sisters ask, and offered her honour and a good seat; but Sati would not take them, since her father had given her no word of welcome. 9Seeing that the rite had no share in it for Rudra, and the contempt her father had shown the mighty god, and herself unhonoured in the assembly of the sacrifice, the sovereign lady grew angry, as if her wrath would burn the worlds.
10Holding back with her own power the troops of beings that had risen up, the goddess, with the world listening and her voice broken by indignation, reproached the hater of Siva, whose pride lay in the toil of the road of smoke.