Verse 24

²⁴Having said this to Daksa at the sacrifice, slayer of enemies, she sat down on the ground facing north and said no more. She touched water, wrapped herself in yellow silk, closed her eyes and entered the road of yoga. ²⁵She mastered her seat, made the two breaths even, and raised the upward breath from the wheel at the navel. With her mind she set it slowly in the heart and then in the chest, and the blameless one carried it from the throat to the space between her brows. ²⁶So, wanting to be rid of the body that the greatest of the great had lifted again and again to his lap with tenderness, she in her high mind, angry at Daksa, held wind and fire fast within her limbs.

²⁷Then, thinking of the wine of her own husband's lotus feet, the teacher of the world, and seeing nothing else at all, Sati blazed up at once, her body with its stain destroyed, in the fire born of that stillness. ²⁸As those in the sky and on the earth watched that great wonder, a huge cry of grief went up. Ah, his beloved, the goddess he holds for his own divinity, has given up her breath. Who was it that angered Sati? ²⁹See this lord of creatures, whose children are all that moves and all that does not, and see how little self is in him: his own daughter Sati was slighted and gave up her breath, though her high mind deserved honour again and again.

³⁰This man with the unforgiving heart, who strikes at Brahman, will earn great ill fame in the world: hating the Person, he did not hold back his own daughter when she set herself on death, and the offence was his.