Matsyapurana 154.20

154.20

yamāmayamaye naiva śarīre tvaṃ virājase
daṇḍasyālambaneneva hy akṛcchrastu pade pade //

The Devas thus chanted the praises of Brahmâ and waited there to get what they desired Thus greatly pleased by their addresses, Brahmâ spoke to the Devas, raising His left hand —" Indra! How is it that you are bereft of all splendour like a woman who has been suddenly deprived of her husband, has given up all ornaments, is pale and whose hair is rough This Agni, though free, is devoid of smoke and He is not radiant He looks like a forest burnt and covered with ashes He looks like cinders embedded in ashes Dharmarâja! in spite of your being armed with Your mace, You are also deprived of lustre and seem to be diseased You seem to come with great difficulty O Nivṛiti, Indra of the Râkṣasas, the tormentor of the enemies! How is it that you, being the lord of the Râkṣasas, are speaking so timidly as if you are pained by the enemies the Demons—18-21