[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) › 3.32 # The Birth of Kumāra 3.32 Kumārasaṃbhava 3.32 - **Language:** Sanskrit ### [3.32](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.kavya.mahakavya.saiva.kumarasambhava.3.32) cūtāṅkurāsvādakaṣāyakaṇṭhaḥ puṃskokilo yanmadhuraṃ cukūja | manasvinīmānavighātadakṣaṃ tadeva jātaṃ vacanaṃ smarasya || > How fair was Spring!—to fill the heart with love, > And lure the Hermit from his thoughts above. > In that pure grove he grew so heavenly bright > That Káma's envy wakened at the sight. > Now the bright Day-God turned his burning ray > To where Kuvera holds his royal sway, > While the sad South in whispering breezes sighed > And mourned his absence like a tearful bride. > Then from its stem the red Asoka threw > Full buds and flowerets of celestial hue, > Nor waited for the Maiden's touch, the sweet > Beloved pressure of her tinkling feet; > There grew Love's an-ow, his dear Mango spray, > Winged with young leaves to speed its airy way, > And at the call of Spring the wild bees came. > Grouping the syllables of Káma's name. > How sighed the spirit o'er that loveliest flower > That boasts no fragrance to enrich its dower! > For Nature, wisest mother, oft prefers > To part more fairly those good gifts of hers— > There from the tree Palasa blossoms spread, > Curved like the crescent Moon, their rosiest red. > With opening buds that looked as if young Spring > Had pressed his nails there in his dallying— > Sweet wanton Spring, to whose enchanting face > His flowery Tilaka gave fairer grace— > Who loves to tint his lip, the Mango spray, > With the fresh colours of the early day. > And powder its fine red with many a bee > That sips the oozing nectar rapturously. > The cool gale speeding o'er the shady lawns > Shook down the sounding leaves, while startled fawns > Ran wildly at the viewless foe, all blind > With pollen wafted by the fragrant wind. > Sweet was the Koil's voice—his neck still red > With Mango buds on which he just had fed— > 'Twas as the voice of Love to bid the dame > Spurn her cold pride, nor quench the gentle flame. > What though the heat has stained the tints that dyed > With marvellous bloom the Heavenly Minstrel's bride? > Neither her smile nor sunny glances fail, > Bright is her lip, although her cheek be pale. > E'en the pure Hermits owned the secret power > Of warm Spring coming in unwonted hour, > While Love's delightful witchery gently stole > With strong sweet influence o'er the saintly soul. > — Ralph T. H. Griffith 1853, The Birth of the War-God (cantos 1–7) - [Previous: 3.31](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.kavya.mahakavya.saiva.kumarasambhava.3.31) - [Next: 3.33](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.kavya.mahakavya.saiva.kumarasambhava.3.33) - [Up: 3](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.kavya.mahakavya.saiva.kumarasambhava.3) ## Translations (1) - [The Birth of the War-God (cantos 1–7)](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.kavya.mahakavya.saiva.kumarasambhava~en-griffith.3.p6) — Ralph T. H. Griffith 1853, English ## Linked texts (2) - [Rasārṇavasudhākara](https://indike.org/pramana/in.art.natya.rasarnavasudhakara.1.308) — Siṃhabhūpāla, Sanskrit - [Kavicintāmaṇi](https://indike.org/pramana/in.art.alamkara.sahitya.kavicintamani.19.21) — Gopīnātha Kavibhūṣaṇa, Sanskrit --- Source: [https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.kavya.mahakavya.saiva.kumarasambhava.3.32](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.kavya.mahakavya.saiva.kumarasambhava.3.32) · Pramāṇa