is the
highest of all beings in the three worlds. There is no one who is capable
of standing before that high-souled Being. Indeed, there is no Being in
the three worlds that can be regarded as his equal. When he stands,
filled with rage, on the field of battle, the very odour of his body
deprives all foes of consciousness and they that are not slain tremble
and fall down. His roars are terrible, resembling those of the clouds.
Hearing those roars in battle, the very hearts of the deities break in
twain. When the wielder of Pinaka becomes angry and assuming a terrible
form merely casts his eye upon deity, Asura, Gandharva, or snake, that
individual fails to obtain peace of mind by taking shelter in the
recesses of even a mountain-cave. When that lord of all creatures, viz.,
Daksha, desirous of performing a sacrifice, spread his sacrifice out, the
dauntless Bhava, giving way to wrath (at Daksha's slight of him), pierced
(the embodied) sacrifice, shooting his shaft from his terrible bow, he
roared aloud. Indeed, when Maheswara became angry and suddenly pierced
with his shaft the embodied form of sacrifice, the deities become filled
with grief, losing happiness and tranquillity of heart. In consequence of
the twang of his bow-string the whole universe became agitated. The
deities and the Asuras, O son of Pritha, all became cheerless and
stupefied. The ocean rolled in agitation and the earth trembled to her
centre. The hills and mountains began to move from their bases and ran on
every side. The vault of the welkin became cracked. All the worlds became
enveloped in gloom. Nothing could be seen. The light of all the
luminaries became darkened, along with that of the sun himself, O
Bharata! The great Rishis, penetrated with fear and desirous of doing
good to themselves and the universe, performed the usual rites of
propitiation and peace. Meanwhile, Rudra of terrible prowess rushed
against the deities. Filled with rage, he tore out the eyes of Bhaga.
Incensed with wrath, he assailed Pushan with his foot. He tore out the
teeth of that god as he sat employed in eating the large sacrificial ball
(called Purodasa). Trembling with fear, the deities bent their heads to
Sankara. Without being appeased, Rudra once more placed on his bow-string
a sharp and blazing arrow. Beholding his prowess, the deities and the
Rishis became all alarmed. Those foremost of gods began to pacify him!
Joining their hands in reverence, they began to recit