The Birth of Kumāra 1.21

1.21

athāvamānena pituḥ prayuktā dakṣasya kanyā bhavapūrvapatnī |
satī satī yogavisṛṣṭadehā tāṃ janmane śailavadhūṃ prapede ||

A gentle daughter came at length to bless
The lady mother with her loveliness—
Born once again, for in an earlier life
High fame was hers, as Siva's faithful wife;
But her proud sire had dared the God to scorn.
Then was her tender soul with anguish torn,
And jealous for the Lord she loved so well
Her angered spirit left its mortal cell.
Now did the maid, a lovely blessing, spring
From that pure lady and the Mountain-king.—
When Industry and Virtue meet and kiss,
Holy their union, and the fruit is bliss.
Blest was that hour, and all the world was gay.
When Mena's daughter saw the light of day—
A rosy glow filled all the brightening sky.
An odorous breeze came sweeping softly by.
Breathed round the hill a sweet unearthly strain,
And the glad heavens poured down their flowery rain.
That fair young maiden diademmed with light
Made her dear mother's fame more sparkling bright,
As the blue offspring of the Turquoise Hills
The parent Mount with richer glory fills,
When the Cloud's voice has caused the gem to spring,
Responsive to its gentle thundering.
Then was it sweet, as days flew by, to trace
The dawning charm of every infant grace,
Even as the crescent Moons their glory pour
More full, more lovely than the eve before.