The Birth of Kumāra 1.60.p1

1.60.p1

iti śrīkālidāsakṛtau kumārasambhave mahākāvye umotpattirnāma prathamaḥ sargaḥ sampūrṇaḥ ||

The Hermit welcomed with a courteous brow
That gentle enemy of hermit vow—
The still pure breast where Contemplation dwells
Defies the charmer and the charmer's spells—
Calm and unmoved he dewed the wondrous maid,
And bade her all his pious duties aid;
She culled fresh blossoms at the God's command,
Sweeping the altar with a careful hand,
The holy grass for sacred rites she sought,
And day by day the fairest water brought;
And if the unwonted labour caused a sigh.
The fair-haired lady turned her languid eye
Where the pale Moon on Siva's forehead gleamed.
And swift through all her frame returninig vigour streamed.