Garudapurana 3.18.45

3.18.45

ruroda rudro bhayakaṃpitāṅgo jighrāmi nirmālyamidaṃ kathaṃ te /
jihvāsthito jihva saṃjño murāre jihvendriyeṇāpi tathārpitaṃ ca //

With limbs trembling from fear, Rudra wept: "How may I smell this floral remnant of yours?
O you who dwell in the tongue, named Jihva, O Murāri, also what was offered by the organ of the tongue,