Verse 19

¹⁹Then he of the matted hair, greatly full of pity, rose out of the fire, as we do and as fire does; and taking hold with his two arms, he held that man's arms back, and by that touch his shape was made whole again. ²⁰And he said to him: Enough, dear one, enough. Ask of me. As you wish it, I shall give you your boon. I am pleased by water when men come to me. Ah, you have tormented yourself hard, and for nothing. ²¹The wicked one asked the god for a boon that would bring fear to all beings: on whosoever's head I lay my hand, let that one die. ²²Hearing that, the revered Rudra, as though made unhappy, descendant of Bharata, said Om, and laughing gave it to him, as one gives nectar to a snake.

²³To test that boon the demon began to lay his own hand on Sambhu's head; and Siva was afraid of what he had himself done. ²⁴Set upon by him, terrified and trembling, he ran away as far as the ends of heaven and earth and the quarters, and went northward.