Dared Umá's[154] new-wed lord to storm
And make the God his prize.
'Gainst Stháṇu's[155] self, on rites austere
And vows intent,[156] they say,
His bold rash hand he dared to rear,
Though Stháṇu cried, Away!
But the God's eye with scornful glare
Fell terrible on him.
Dissolved the shape that was so fair
And burnt up every limb.