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# The Birth of Kumāra 1.31

Kumārasaṃbhava 1.31

- **Language:** Sanskrit

### [1.31](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.kavya.mahakavya.saiva.kumarasambhava.1.31)

asambhṛtaṃ maṇḍanamaṅgayaṣṭeranāsavākhyaṃ karaṇaṃ madasya |  
kāmasya puṣpavyatiriktamastraṃ bālyātparaṃ sātha vayaḥ prapede ||

> As yet the maiden was unknown to fame,  
> And Mountain-lady was her only name;  
> But when her mother, filled with anxious care  
> At her stern penance, cried Forbear! Forbear!  
> To a new title was the warning; turned,  
> And Uma was the name the maiden earned.  
> Loveliest was she of all his lovely race,  
> And dearest to her father;—on her face  
> Looking with love he ne'er could satisfy  
> The thirsty glances of a parent's eye;  
> When spring-tide bids a thousand flowrets bloom  
> Loading the breezes with their rich perfume,  
> Though here and there the wandering bee may rest,  
> He loves his own—his darling Mango—best.  
> The Gods' bright river bathes with gold the skies,  
> And pure sweet eloquence adorns the wise;  
> The flambeau's glory is the shining fire.—  
> She was the pride, the glory of her sire.  
> Shedding new lustre on his old descent,  
> His loveliest child, his richest ornament.  
> The sparkling Ganga laved her heavenly home,  
> And o'er her islets would the maiden roam  
> Amid the dear companions of her play  
> With ball and doll to while the hours away.  
> As swans in autumn in assembling bands  
> Fly back to Ganga's well-remembered sands:  
> As herbs beneath the darksome shades of night  
> Collect again their scattered rays of light:  
> So dawned upon the maiden's waking mind  
> The far-off memory of her life resigned,  
> And all her former learning in its train,  
> Feelings, and thoughts, and knowledge came again.  
> Now beauty's prime, that craves from art no aid.  
> Ripened the loveliness of that young maid—  
> — Ralph T. H. Griffith 1853, The Birth of the War-God (cantos 1–7)

> That scorns the wine-cup's help to fire the heart,  
> The bow of Love without his flowery dart;  
> There was a glory beaming from her face,  
> With love's own light, and every youthful grace:  
> Ne'er pictured lily more divinely fair  
> Unclosed her beauty to the morning air.  
> Bright as a Lotus, springing where she trod,  
> Her glowing feet shed radiance o'er the sod:  
> That arching neck, the step, the glance aside.  
> The proud swans taught her as they stemmed the tide,  
> Whilst of the maiden they would fondly learn  
> Her anclets' pleasant music in return.  
> When the Almighty Maker first began  
> The marvellous beauty of that child to plan.  
> In full fair symmetry each rounded limb  
> Grew neatly fashioned and approved by Him:  
> The rest was faultless, for the Artist's care  
> Formed each young charm most excellently fair.  
> As if his moulding hand would fain express  
> The visible type of perfect loveliness.  
> What thing of beauty may the poet dare  
> With the smooth wonder of those limbs compare?  
> The young tree springing by the brooklet's side—  
> The rounded trunk, the forest-monarch's pride?  
> O no!—too cold, too chilling cold, the tree,—  
> This, too unyielding for such rivalry.  
> Her hidden beauties though no tongue may tell,  
> Yet Siva's love will aid the fancy well;  
> No other maid could deem her boasted charms  
> Worthy the clasp of such a husband's arms.  
> Between the partings of fair Uma's vest  
> Came hasty glimpses of a lovely breast:  
> So closely there the kissing hillocks rose,  
> Scarce could the Lotus in the vale repose;  
> — Ralph T. H. Griffith 1853, The Birth of the War-God (cantos 1–7)

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## Translations (1)

- [The Birth of the War-God (cantos 1–7)](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.kavya.mahakavya.saiva.kumarasambhava~en-griffith.1.p6.p1) — Ralph T. H. Griffith 1853, English

## Linked texts (1)

- [Rasagaṅgādhara (ed. Durgāprasāda and Kāśīnātha Śarma)](https://indike.org/pramana/in.art.alamkara.sahitya.rasagangadhara*durgaprasada1894.32.p5) — Sanskrit

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