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# The Birth of Kumāra 1.38

Kumārasaṃbhava 1.38

- **Language:** Sanskrit

### [1.38](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.kavya.mahakavya.saiva.kumarasambhava.1.38)

tasyāḥ praviṣṭā natanābhirandhraṃ rarāja tanvī navalomarājiḥ |  
nīvīmatikramya sitetarasya tanmekhalāmadhyamaṇerivārciḥ ||

> 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)

> And if her loosened zone e'er slipped below,  
> All was so bright beneath the mantle's flow.  
> So dazzling bright, as if the maid had braced  
> A band of gems to sparkle round her waist;  
> While the dear dimples of her downy skin  
> Seemed fitting couch for Love to revel in.  
> Her arms were softer than the flowery dart,  
> Young Káma's arrow, that subdues the heart;  
> For vain his strife with Siva, till at last  
> He chose those chains to bind his conqueror fast.  
> E'en the new Moon poured down a paler beam  
> When her long fingers flashed their rosy gleam,  
> And brighter than Asoka's rich leaves threw  
> A glory round, like summer's evening hue.  
> The strings of pearl across her bosom thrown  
> Increased its beauty, and enhanced their own,—  
> Her breast, her jewels seeming to agree,  
> The adorner now, and now the adorned to be.  
> When Beauty gazes on the fair full Moon,  
> No Lotus charms her, for it blooms at noon:  
> If on that flower she feed her raptured eye,  
> No Moon is shining from the mid-day sky;  
> She looked on Uma's face, more heavenly fair,  
> And found their glories both united there.  
> The loveliest flower that ever opened yet  
> Laid in the fairest branch—a pearl that's set  
> In richest coral—with her smile might vie  
> Flashing through lips bright with their rosy dye.  
> And when she spoke—upon the maiden's tongue  
> Distilling nectar, such rare accents hung,  
> The sweetest note that e'er the Koil poured  
> Seemed harsh and tuneless as a jarring chord.  
> The melting glance of that soft Hquid eye,  
> — 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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