O Maithilee, when I am excited with ire, Indra and other celestials at the mere sight of my countenance fly away in divers directions out of fear.
मम संजातरोषस्य मुखं दृष्ट्वैव मैथिलि। विद्रवन्ति परित्रस्ताः सुराः शक्रपुरोगमाः॥