After she had cast it off, through sheer distress, that burning seed having the splendour of fire, O perpetuator of Bhrigu's race, Agni saw her, and asked that foremost of rivers, Is it all right with the foetus you have cast off? Of what complexion has it been, O goddess? Of what form does it look? With what energy does it seem to be gifted? Do you tell me all about it.