O king, that ocean-going wife of Shiva divided herself into three streams. Her water full of froth which looked like so many ducks, crooked and tortuous in her movements in some places and stumbling as it were in others, covered with the cloth of foam, she rushed onwards like a drunken woman. In some places she raised up an excellent sound by the roarings of her water; assuming thus various and numerous aspects when fallen from the sky, she reached the earth and thus spoke to Bhagiratha,