Verse 15

⁹As the head was being joined on, Daksa, with Rudra's look upon him, got up at once as though from sleep, and saw the gracious one standing before him. ¹⁰Then the lord of creatures, whose self was muddied with hatred of him whose banner is the bull, became from that kindly glance as clean as a lake in autumn. ¹¹He set his mind on praising Bhava and could not, for love; longing choked him with tears as he remembered his dead daughter. ¹²With difficulty he steadied his mind, undone by love; and the lord of creatures, clear again, praised the Lord with a feeling that had nothing false in it. ¹³A great grace, this, that you did me: you held the rod over me even while I was mocking you. Revered one, neither you nor Hari holds even a disgrace to the brahmins in contempt; how much less those who keep their vows.

¹⁴You first sent out from your mouth the brahmins, who carry learning and austerity and vows, to keep safe what is real in Brahman and in the self. And so, highest one, you guard brahmins in every trouble, as a herdsman, mighty one, guards his beasts, rod in hand. ¹⁵In the assembly I shot foul words at him, not seeing what is real; and he made nothing of it, and with a soft look caught me as I fell downward through my slander of the most worthy. May that revered one be content with what he himself has done.