2750. O, beautiful girls, what more can I say? Uma, the precious daughter of the king of Himalayas, was as divine as a goddess, with teeth like shining jewels and a red mouth, a soft waist and the walk of a swan. As she did tapas to see Shivā, wearing her hair as matted locks her golden body withered and she controlled all her senses. Shivā came to the forest where she was doing tapas, extending his thousand arms and hands in all the eight directions and shining like fire. His feet adorned with heroic anklets crossed all the seven precious worlds and went to the sky. The gods in the sky worshiped the lord and the everlasting mountains, the wind and the stars whirled around the dancer Shivā adorned with vibhuthi. She praised the trident of the dancing lord that destroys Asurans and embraced him. She says, “Don’t you know that I have done bad karmā and have not received the grace of the god like they have? If I begin to tell all the stories of wonderful women it will be endless like the Mahabharatham. (40 -42)