The Women were seized with excessive fear when they saw Shiva in frightful accouterments,
They fled in great panic, Mena was sore distressed at heart and sent for Parvati-with great affection she seated her in her laps,
Tears rushed to her eyes, to think that the creator, who made you so beautiful, should have been different enough to give you such a raving madman for a bridegroom,
How strange that a fruit which should have adorned the wish-yielding tree in helplessly appeared on the thorny Babula,
May Lord bless all,
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