Kathasaritsagara 4.3.68

4.3.68

etya cāntaḥpuraṃ sadyo baddhautsukyena cetasā /
cirāt phalitasaṃkalpaḥ sa dadarśa sutaṃ nṛpaḥ //

And so the king, suddenly coming to the harem with longing mind, beheld his son, and his hope bore fruit after a long delay. The child had a long red lower lip like a leaf, beautiful flowing hair like wool, and his whole face was like the lotus, which the goddess of the Fortune of empire carries for her delight. He was marked on his soft feet with umbrellas and chowries, as if the Fortunes of other kings had beforehand abandoned their badges in his favour, out of fear. Then, while the king shed with tearful eye, that swelled with the pressure of the fulness of the weight of his joy, drops that seemed to be drops of paternal affection, and the ministers with Yaugandharáyana at their head rejoiced, a voice was heard from heaven at that time to the following effect: