The Birth of Kumāra 3.20

3.20

surāḥ samabhyarthayitāra ete, kāryaṃ trayāṇāmapi viṣṭapānām |
cāpena te karma na cātihiṃsramaho batāsi spṛhaṇīyavīryaḥ ||

E'en now my bands of Heavenly Maids have spied
Fair Uma dwelling by the Hermit's side—
There by her father's bidding rests she still,
Sweet minister, upon the cold bleak hill.
Go, Káma, go! perform this great emprise,
And free from fear the Rulers of the Skies;
We need thy favour, as the new-sown grain
Calls for the influence of the gentle rain.
Go, Káma, go I thy flowery darts shall be
Crowned with success o'er this great Deity;
Yea, and thy task is e'en already done.
For praise and glory are that instant won
When a bold heart dares manfully essay
The deed which others shrink from in dismay,
Gods are thy suppliants, Kama, and on thee
Depends the triple World's security;
No cruel deed will stain thy flowery bow,
With all thy gentlest, mightiest valour, go!
And now. Disturber of the Spirit, see
Spring, thy beloved, will thy comrade be.
And gladly aid thee Siva's heart to tame—
None bids the whispering Wind, and yet he fans the flame."