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# The Birth of Kumāra 1.32

Kumārasaṃbhava 1.32

- **Language:** Sanskrit

### [1.32](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.kavya.mahakavya.saiva.kumarasambhava.1.32)

unmīlitaṃ tūlikayeva citraṃ sūryāṃśubhirbhinnamivāravindam |  
babhūva tasyaścaturastraśobhi vapurvibhaktaṃ navayauvanena ||

> 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.p2) — Ralph T. H. Griffith 1853, English

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