With many arguments Shiva warned her, but as fate had willed it, wisdom would not dawn on her. ‘To go.’ Said the Lord, ‘without being invited, in my opinion is not right.’

Thus Shiva did all he could to dissuade her, but when Sati would not be stayed, Tripurari gave her his principal attendants as her escort and bade her farewell.

When Sati reached her father’s house, no one greeted her for fear of incurrig Daksha’s displeasure. Only her mother received her kindly; her sisters received her with profuse-smiles.

Daksha never even asked her how she fared, and when he saw Sati, he burned all over with rage. Then Sati went to look at the sacrifice, but could nowhere see any portion offered to Shiva.

Then did she realize the force of Shiva’s warning, and when she thought of the insult offered to her lord, she so burned with rage that the former grief (of abandonment by her lord) was nothing like this overwhelming pain (of the insult offered to her husband).

Although there are terrible agonies of various kinds in the world, none is so grievous as an insult to one’s own people. The more Sati thought of it, the more furious she grew, though her mother did all she could to pacify her.

She could not bear this insult to Shiva and would not be pacified. Then she vehemently challenged the whole assembly of guests and spoke in angry accent: