Verse 8

¹Then all the hosts of the gods, beaten by Rudra's troops with tridents and spears, with swords and maces and iron bars and hammers, ²their limbs cut and broken, and with them the priests and the assembly, distraught with fear, bowed to the Self-born and told him the whole of it. ³The revered one born of the lotus, and Narayana who is the self of all, had known this beforehand, and neither of them had gone to Ka's sacrifice. ⁴Hearing it, the mighty one said: When wrong has been done to one of greater fire, it does not usually make for the safety of those who wish to go on living. ⁵Even so, you have done wrong: you cut Bhava out of the share of the offering that is his. Win him over with a mind made wholly clean; he is quickly pleased. Take hold of his lotus feet.

⁶You who want the sacrifice to live: when he is angry the world and its guardians do not stand. Go quickly and beg pardon of that god, who has lost his beloved and been wounded in the heart by foul words. ⁷Neither I nor Yajna nor you nor any others who wear bodies, nor the sages, know what he truly is, or the measure of his strength and force. Who could think out a way of handling one who depends on nothing but himself? ⁸Having instructed the gods so, the Unborn went with them, and with the fathers and the lords of creatures, from his own seat to the dwelling of him who broke the cities: Kailasa, best of mountains, and dear to the lord.