Of terrible teeth and dreadful countenance, hideous for ugliness, and dark and tawny, with hair dishevelled, and dreadful eyes, O Bharata, with a garland of skulls round her neck, and loO king like Incantation incarnate, O foremost of Bharatas, bathed in blood, and clad in rags and barks of trees, O you of righteous soul, she came out of Vritra's body. Of such dreadful form and countenance, O king, she sought the holder of the thunderbolt.