[Pramāṇa](https://indike.org/pramana/) › [Indian literature](https://indike.org/pramana/in) › [Epic, Poetry, Drama & Narrative](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit) › [Poetry (mahākāvya, lyric, messenger poems, stotra, Prakrit kāvya)](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.kavya) › [Court epics (sargabandha)](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.kavya.mahakavya) › [Śiva, Pārvatī, Skanda and Devī epics](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.kavya.mahakavya.saiva) › [The Birth of Kumāra](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.kavya.mahakavya.saiva.kumarasambhava) › 1.44 # The Birth of Kumāra 1.44 Kumārasaṃbhava 1.44 - **Language:** Sanskrit ### [1.44](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.kavya.mahakavya.saiva.kumarasambhava.1.44) puṣpaṃ pravālopahitaṃ yadi syānmuktāphalaṃ vā sphuṭavidrumastham | tato'nukuryādviśadasya tasyā stāmrauṣṭhaparyastarucaḥ smitasya || > 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) - [Previous: 1.43](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.kavya.mahakavya.saiva.kumarasambhava.1.43) - [Next: 1.45](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.kavya.mahakavya.saiva.kumarasambhava.1.45) - [Up: 1](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.kavya.mahakavya.saiva.kumarasambhava.1) ## 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.p3) — Ralph T. H. Griffith 1853, English ## Linked texts (2) - [Citramīmāṃsā](https://indike.org/pramana/in.art.alamkara.alamkara.citramimamsa.79) — Appayya Dīkṣita 1550, Sanskrit - [Alaṅkārasarvasva](https://indike.org/pramana/in.art.alamkara.alamkara.alamkarasarvasva.41.7) — Ruyyaka, Sanskrit --- Source: [https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.kavya.mahakavya.saiva.kumarasambhava.1.44](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.kavya.mahakavya.saiva.kumarasambhava.1.44) · Pramāṇa